And she takes you in her violent arms And you stare into the violent sun And you know this will be gone in the morning And the flesh in the machinery jams And they come to take the rest of our hands But the feeling of her skin on your fingers
And you can barely make a silhouette out And you open your ventriloquist mouth And the words are wrong but in the right order
@autistictaylorhebert for the great song idea. Violent Sun by Everything Everything, absolutely devastating when applied to Lisa and Taylor.