Chatoyant (Beauty Bass)

Well my pony's cold but I don't have the heart While my homies roll down by the park Since you said goodbye Lost in your wake I don't care I have been cursed in my blindness Now I see holding you close With my tattered sleeves Thrown by the coast Make our bodies rise Bones laid to waste As we call I have been cursed with my kindness In my skirt and my shirt with the sleeves In the dirt all the hurt's gonna unfold Relax the denim in my waist As I pull out of your place Cool out of your place Cobra venom in my face I was flying so heavenly Now I'm stuck in the sky like a revgerie It was good, it was good, it was all I had It was good, wish you could, could find me where I'm at Wondering just what it is Visions seem to multiply Used to be so easy Complicated is my crime Dangled in velocity Floating in between the signs Is this how it's gonna be Recognizing you were my kind