Beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M
Screen on, typed up 3 plus lines just to waste them
Daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when the night dies
Me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam
Peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence
Sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head
Beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M
Screen on, typed up 3 plus lines just to waste them
Daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when the night dies
(night dies, night dies, yeah)
Me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam
Peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence
Sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head
'pose I owe the loneliness to hours even evening skies sleep
Only pillow talk I dribble out is cursing with the cotton in my teeth
Sticky sheets, the liquids reeking as they mix
Pretty pink from the seamen and the wrists
Fluids diluted by sweat seeping from my skin
Pretty peaches and the tree branch that they're picked from
That they're picked from, that they're picked from
(That they're picked from)
Still saw dawn in the A.M
Tears are dried by the A.M
A.M
A.M
Screen on, typed up 3 plus lines just to waste them
Daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when the night dies
Me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam
Peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence
Sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head
Beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M
Screen on, typed up 3 plus lines just to waste them
Daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when the night dies
(night dies, night dies, yeah)
Me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam
Peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence
Sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head
'pose I owe the loneliness to hours even evening skies sleep
Only pillow talk I dribble out is cursing with the cotton in my teeth
Sticky sheets, the liquids reeking as they mix
Pretty pink from the seamen and the wrists
Fluids diluted by sweat seeping from my skin
Pretty peaches and the tree branch that they're picked from
That they're picked from, that they're picked from
(That they're picked from)
Still saw dawn in the A.M
Tears are dried by the A.M
A.M
A.M
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