We're rotten fruit



We're damaged goods

What the hell

We got nothing more to lose

One gust & we

Will probably crumble

We're backdrifters.

This far but no further

I'm hanging off a branch

I'm teetering on the brink

Oh Honeysweet

So full of sleep

I'm backsliding.

You fell into our arms

We tried

But there was nothing

We could do

All evidence has been buried.

All tapes have been erased.

But your footprints

Give you away so

You're backtracking.




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