NAPATSORN TREESAP

They said I was a gypsy, a witch, and a pleaser
Manipulated your head forgetting all the haters
I walked thought the edge and whispered
Are we done just because of your sinner?

I rent the car driving down to the southern state 
Hold on to something we only plan with
But you took me back at the gas station instead
Taking a break for something never familiar with

I’ve seen the ghost of you at the convenient store
Trying to reach for pills to heal you through
The burning flames in your mellow prayer, Pinocchio
Started to play around with your self sabotage

Our love ages like a rotten tomatoes
A garden in the wooden world that never come true
Icy heart, getting colder, a refrigerator
You made a fence that I cannot climb 

I waited for you ’til 2, the April 23rd 
I fucked with your head, dangerous playground
You picked the poison in the dawn I awake
Saying sorry, skeptical mistakes then gone

My boutique heart, your affordable manner
I took all the words as promises flowers
Then you burned all the hope to ashes on the ground 
Saying baby, we need to fall down

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