Hold Tight from Wasted Now by Good Looking Friends

No, you don't have to repeat it.
You're coming clearer than the morning sun
Lips (like) a batch (of) scotch bonnet(s)
It's done it's done

Your words still sting like a sunburn
All my patterns, a swirl, undone
I’m just water on the canvas
I'll run I'll run I'll run

Your hands are clenched like a branch-bird
all those scratches into your flesh
Crossed that valley so viciously 
Now we're both just pressed

The bit is bent like a bad word, sturdy
warding against your chest
nose turned to the stench of the suburbs
Am I supposed to be impressed?

Leading, dreaming, let down
But I’m still hanging around

So hold tight, hold tight hold tight
No you don’t have to repeat it,
You're coming clearer than the morning sun

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