Rollerblades – Teenage Wrist

Gone, gone, saved from going through the storm
Love born and dragged behind me through the soil
Rich with spoils of war and bones of washed up gods
Done, done, dreaming of the fairest son

I never look around to see how far I’ve come
I never look around to see how far I’ve come

Crow’s feet, picture me a little older
The guilt is deep, blooming like a desert flower

Yeah, she tastes like you and she breathes like you
And she leaves like you, like you

I never look around to see how far I’ve come
I never look around to see how far I’ve come

Yeah, she tastes like you and she breathes like you
And she leaves like you, like you

I never look around to see how far I’ve come
I never look around to see how far I’ve come
I never look around to see how far I’ve come
I never look around to see how far I’ve come