Repeats from Class by Winter Wife

Everything is pornography
Can't think straight for the suffering
You were a man to take anything
But the mocking laugh of a girl

And now the angels sing
For something that was lost
Could've just stuck on repeats

Oh for every pain you sow
Give me the one you won't ever show
Do you think that she remembers your name
Or the avalanche?
Oh the winter snow

Walking through the park in the cold
With a bottle on
Wanted more of you
Want to lessen you

I swear she looked like you
Or am I seeing you wherever I go
Or am I dreaming when my eyes are not closed?
A sprectre'd sight just to put me on

It's like a jail
Think of him in the morning when
Crying trying to pick out your clothes

This is the shape we're in

• Alternative
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• folk noir
• Brighton