Testo Moon Like Sour Candy

Moon like sour candy in your mouth
Our conversations are heading south
I am getting caught up in your movement
Resisting stagnation, I am trying

I'm trying

Wearing corduroy for four days straight I get confused when you say my name
Skin is flaking harder in the winter
Reach out to your mother, I am crying

I'm crying

You can only like me when you're drunk
The sky is open, my stomach stuck
Tongue like bubbles floating down my rotten skin
Don't worry about it, I am trying

I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying