SUMMER PEOPLE STORM AND STRESS LYRICS
I'll drain these blue hands
to match my green face
unless it's healed,
since last I was in that place.
These pieces of me
fly away like kites,
but since my funeral
I've learned how to pick my fights.
Once I got you here,
tying you up
made my intentions clear,
to withhold air
to pull you down
and to keep you there.
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