Testo Rocket

My bloody nose, my bony toes
My skipping pulse has no sex appeal
My sunny oath, deceiving clothes
My lovely bones make me kissable

I think, I think
You didn't know a thing
I think I've seen Enough of me at your feet

Said you feel gross, who here's the hole?
All of your goals make you kissable
Tear up the sky, great cost for life
None of my strife is degradable

I think, I think
You didn't know a thing
I think I've seen
Enough of me at your feet

I used to walk from the city thinking of you
Now I do my best impression of something see-through
I used to leave my hands open and raise them above Used to think that you were someone who could lift me up

I think, I think
You didn't know a thing
I think I've seen
Enough of me at your feet