pink

[Verse 1]

Pink clothes on my bones

Having, getting stoned

You left early, barely thirteen

Tickles in my nose

Guess you call it snow

I felt dirty, still too early

I know

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]

I wish that we could do it over

Get it right this time

I wish I would've held you closer

I just wish sometimes

I feel old, overgrown

Like there's mold on my own name

I feel okay, then I don't

[Instrumental Outro]