INTO EYES

INTO EYES
Inside Roare

I only have a few coins in my pocket
maybe for two coffees.
Yet you come with me
I don't know what to tell you.

I'll tell you to your face that I'm drowning
I would like to sleep in your hair.
What would I like?
The smell of our bodies.
Everyone envied how I was growing into you.
How interesting and fragile she is.
Desire to like someone.

Just a few small coins
and look in the eyes
she keeps telling me why did you even watch.
With the scent of needles, with closed lids,
whispers why don't you go on

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I'll tell you to your face that I'm drowning
I would like to sleep in your hair.
What I would like.
The smell of our bodies.
Everyone envied how I was growing into you.
How interesting and fragile she is.
Desire to like someone.