Unbleached
Maya Postepski, Robert Alfons
Wretched boy
Wretched find
This is not the load
Let it sing
Let it stain
Something takes ahold
Later spark
Down below
Fills me up with war
He's still my hon
Spoon feeding my fun
You squirmed, I saw
Unbleached, unscarred
Let us come
Let us scream
Ready to get thin
Let us spark
Down below
Fills me up with war
And you come, you come
He's still my hon
Spoon feeding my fun
You squirmed, I saw
Unbleached, unscarred
He's still my hon
Spoon feeding my fun
You squirmed, I saw
Unbleached, unscarred
He's still my hon (why are you so lonely, hon?)
Spoon feeding my fun (why you still so lonely?)
You squirmed, I saw (never been so lonely)
Unbleached, unscarred
Unbleached, unscarred
Unbleached, unscarred