is-3 - Telephone

My telephone
My rings
My way home
My things
My Cherry Cola
Product of the virgin right
New prescription
New device
I am plenty
I am nice
Just a fraction of the entire pie
I left my shoes down by the bottom of the lake
It was cruel and it was restless but sometimes it felt ok
I would be walking but I'd really like to stay
Put your trouble in my pocket and I'll take it far away
Don't touch him
Stay away
He is guilty
Make him pay
I need to take a shower
Mmm hahaha
Desperation in the ground
Sleeping with the Holy Flies
Do you like me now
I will turn my head around
Gaze upon my fields at night
I can still hear the sound
I'll kick my shoes off and I'll run so far away
That the memory of life is just a whisper of your name
I'll raise my head above the wide un-breaking waves
Can I hear across the distance can I see you through the rain
Ooh I won again
I took the apple and I gave it up to you
I was young and I was strong and I was seeking out the truth
I run my hands across the skin around your chest
Can I see the other side or must I close my eyes and guess

Written by:
Huxley Kuhlmann

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