He has her Pull the car off The coast road Glitter of piss on poison oak He pictures its itchiness Climbing the amber parabola He lobs disdainfully into the bush The eucalyptus aren’t native To this place either They poison the ground around them Grow in lonesome groves
Poison Impulse
Poison Impulse
Poison Impulse
He has her Pull the car off The coast road Glitter of piss on poison oak He pictures its itchiness Climbing the amber parabola He lobs disdainfully into the bush The eucalyptus aren’t native To this place either They poison the ground around them Grow in lonesome groves