Lyrics:
Southcott Flee The Scene

My spine can be. The paino keyes, That your finger tips play. Wide eyed as the ships collide, Along the docks of the lower east side, And we're on this

so close while looking over my shoulder. Too many nights of being sober, Did it fade away? Because we just got older. So break down, And make a scene

The moon is laughing to the beat, Of our shoes pounding on the street, As we flee the scene, Of your mockery, How does it feel to? Get the shit kicked

We'll plan to meet, At your parent's residence. I'll let my love for lechery, Take over me, And all my actions, And all my words, But they so seldom

Please excuse the lateness of my reply, Dont hold this against me, Four years long and I dont need your company, Please excuse my lack of will to try