Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the ṗores
You’d make a fine shrine in me
You’ll build a fine shrine in me
But I must see with my chest and sink
To the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you
Get a little closer let it fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Through arms that may be crowns over you
SEEING THEM TONIGHT. bOTTOM OFtHE hILL. sf, DOORS OPEN AT 830, SO I’LL BE THERE ABOUT 4. SO PUMPED. ANYONE ELSE GOING? MESSAGE ME AND WE’LL HANG OUT.
I LOVE YOU KRYSTAL! STAY PURE!