Itchy Blood

I followed you down
And you dried me out
But still our bodies
They stink like summer
It’s unnerving how we’re moving
Towards the things that we’ve done before
The street flowered but nothing crashed down
So I dug out my wounds and saw right through them
Because in a moment we could still lose ourselves
You belong where you belong because
In a moment we could still lose our
I can’t shake these quick fingers
I’ve got itchy blood
I’m hearing footsteps
Then it cuts
You belong where you belong because
In a moment we could still lose ourselves
I can’t shake these quick fingers
I’ve got itchy blood
I’m hearing footsteps
Then it