Letras
The girl in the wool coat
She's cooler than
She's ever been
The color of purple
Brushes her stare
She doesn't care
The ends of her lips burn with toxic
Honeysuckle, cherry truffle
The wool rests in her hands
She smells like him
Losing her sense
Blood flowing from her nose
A darling, a dose
Dark crimson flows
The ends of her lips burn with toxic
Honeysuckle, cherry truffle