Kate Brunotts - PROJECTIONS

Even with all of the colors
I couldn't draw you yet

She's a forgotten lover
A summer to forget

I get a little queasy
In my god complex

But your blood is holy
So mine must be the best

Singing every night and my lungs aren't get stronger
I'll punch you in the face if you stay a minute longer
Misunderstood, so connected
Turn everything I feel into projections

Written by:
Katharine Brunotts

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