Sandpaper from Womb by Kate Brunotts

I know you’re kind of coarse
But you’ve got me twisted
Maybe rough roads
Are the only condition

Not a medium
but can I make a prediction?
No way I’ll turn astray
From this cosmic affliction

I need your hurt
To add to my pain
Would you say my name?
Would you say?

It’s a different kind of rough
Makes me softer to the touch
Kinetic kind of love
Sandpaper fuels my rush

We fell into cycle separated the colors
Green bleeds red but I won’t have another
You’ve got something irresistible
And I fall into the same holes

Rip me apart and
put me together
If I’m not careful
this might be forever

Love the pain
When we’re together

It’s a different kind of rough
Makes me softer to the touch
Kinetic kind of love
Sandpaper fuels my rush

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