the night is cold and so is the living space.
it’s called ‘lazy limbs’. by gondola.
move my frame into consciousness.
you came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul.
let me get to know you better to make me less attracted.
i’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear.
i might not be the right one.
you never leave the house, come out.
i really should have stayed home.
curse my restless wandering feet.
put your daddy’s boots on and walk out the door.
they say it’s only natural.