Bit by a Dead Bee, Pt. II - Foxing

Old soul, this feels ugly

Quiet skies seem so low

With the ring of the rising tide

Melancholy feels just like me

Alone, not lonely

I think I’m so detached

That I don’t feel sound for anyone anymore

Young soul, apricot belly

I just enthrall and disappoint

Enthrall and disappoint

Enthrall and disappoint

Enthrall and disappoint