Testo fragments

I still hear the echoes on a sunlit hill
I still smell the bubblegum perfume
D'you think that you can heal without getting hurt ?
Someday there’ll be nothing left to heal
She's the type who's never fucking satisfied
She’ll never get the stink of it off her
Sucking up my nerves like they're spaghetti strands
Feeling like a cat that lost its purr
Is that god inside you girl?
Could I give that thing a whirl?
We could be fragments
Poetic absеnce

I still hear the howl at thе edge of the world
I still feel the brushing of her hair
Lingering like smoke in all my follicles
Feeling like a lock that lost its curl

Is it gone inside you girl?
Are you rolling round ur pearl?
Eventually fragments
Poetic absence Is it death becoming her?
Will I never fucking learn?
All becomes fragments
Poetic absence