Letras
Who made it
Who
Blew a bubble in a balloon and popped it
Tipped her double and kept the little chocolate
I flipped your phone when you kicked my door in
Your tiny fingers on my forehead
Early morning
Took a trip
And triple dipped my nipple
In the lips of pregnant puppy pit bull
I traced the drips
With a purple colored pencil
Unzipped jump ship
Existential
All one
Spicy spicy spicy cold
Spicy spicy spicy cold
Sometimes I taste things
That I feel or see
Like I stepped on a thorn
And it tasted spicy cold
Spicy cold
Sometimes can't tell if I'm in a dream
My future selves hide in my sleeves