She's Sorry for the Climate Change
She’s Sorry for the Climate Change Arabella Walking on the street there she is Drink for bottles like there is peace Stops mentioning her mind She just takes everything fine Dancing on the dance floor No one dares to take the core Her swinging hair does more than amphetamine Floats me away with drunken vitamin Blow the color of her emotion Red and black all over the action Demons in my veins they all leave Can’t take the flame I suck to live Her kiss is chiropractic Blow my lips and shaping idealistic She grabs my hair into a mess I kiss her neck like a loch ness She makes me capitalist in loving I make her realist in leaving I push her against the wall Diving into the bliss of lust waterfall Still smell the aftertaste of her cigarette Hypnotizing my drunken dream into the red carpet She says the sky looks pinkish tonight As she holds my nape in a way too tight Dictating my move like a puppet Rope she uses makes me her pet I...