Testo Coreopsis

To swallow the bass, or bust up the place
to walk in the grass, or kiss that fat ass

you're way out in the galaxy now,
you're way out now

Corellian delay with migraine follows
smell my little coreopsis

like walking in blue with roller skate shoes
my artery clogs up with your fatty tissues
you're way out in the galaxy now,
you're way out now

was silence(?) saw you there with mustard pellets
smell my little
coreopsis

is the hardest thing to say
when you can't find under blankets on the bed
hide your head