[Verse 1]

You found me in long sleeves, moon graphic design

The weather crossed your mind, rain looming outside

My morning glory in tropical white

Can’t seem to rise, yet we’re blooming all night

I learned to love this mortal coil

As I waved my wings for the sanctioning siren

Becoming your sleeve, scarred with vines again

[Drop]

[Verse 2]

Scarred with vines again

Light buds against my bottom two

You scrape my shoulder, tense

I hope Satan's a lovely friend for you

Corpse leaking ectoplasm

'Cause heaven's just down to the core with you

The clouds a casting call, the roles' reserved for two