Tinkture Alpha Trauma
'Is this your job?Then I'd rather be me.'
I sang 'I believe in Love.'
At the time I wanted it to end,
But now I want to see it again,
To remember what happened,
It was the pin in the end.
I feel like an impostor
of the brave girl with the hand,
The clever boy
in the band.
I wonder if I'll ever be
anything but and amputee.
All the parts were put in place
the day I decided 'I love-'
At the time I wanted it to end,
But now I want to see it again,
To remember what happened,
It was the pin in the end.
I feel like an impostor
of the brave girl with the hand,
The clever boy
in the band.
'747, Pyrotechnics,
Was there no way to protect from this'
At the time I wanted it to end,
But now I want to see it again,
To remember what happened,
It was the pin in the end.