Bundletuck

these days you're waking up in a bundle of orgasm
these days your jism lines all the windows in your kitchen
i found my heaven stocked in a medical waiting room
each patient plastered, sleeveless and leaving before they're called
i know you're searching for something less psychological
those days are gone so long o well son of a gun
was tired, weak and frail in the belly of your whale
we tried suction speak in a vacuum with a leak
get out my guide and on the way i find the best places to stay
waking on the east-bound side and easy feeling overly west
wasting all our time under the gun of ambiguity again
these days you're waking up in a bundle of orgasm
these days your wisdom lines all the windows in your kitchen
i found my heaven stocked in a mating room wedical
i know you're searching for something less psychological



Credits
Writer(s): Aron Sanchez, Arone Dyer
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