Natasha-The Wash

Never cross 7's cuz they're all the same Tossing little bricks at your window frame We make enough to run states but we breed in circles Draping wildfire on a vicious circus Come come come but you're already here Waiting for your fingers to collect my fear I've been in worse situations but I don't want to say So just cross your T's and don't slip away Natasha Roll on with your heart in reigns Mouth full of chlorine, silicone veins I fall in love in a moment and it only blurs things Wasting my time on these mystic burdens Close close close and vague like hope Orbiting your voice with my courage soaked Frozen from all these lonely people staring back at me Burned black by the seams of my revelry Natasha I want to dance in all this wasted blue I feel the calm run cold from me to you I feel the calm, I feel the calm