Creekstar's Car & Zoë Carpenter - Marilyn

Rest your head
On this dusty couch
Could I be more pronounced?
She's burning you out like fire

I am falling
Harder, with less conviction
She never thinks about the maybe nots
Not thinking 'bout it
Do you name me
A joker in a deck full of blue stars
With blonde hair
Accented by pretty scars?

Marilyn, my golden girl
Hair falling in golden curls
Color my face, you steal my soul
It's because of you this room is gold

Gold, gold

Written by:
Matias Ilic, Zoë Carpenter

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