she wore her wartime armor
i wore george washington
i warned her many times…
(she wouldn’t listen)
her wardrobe’s
territories
there’s always stories
they’re always tellin stories…
crumble at the sight of the holy hosanna…
they’re telling stories…
they’re always telling stories…
i want them OUT OF HERE..
be my guest…(your guess is as good as mine)
(get the gist?)
(you need to relax!)
terra x
tess
queens of sketch
and i’m afraid we’ve made a terrible mess
little womb
my border womb
terri tories
the chorys|
for the times i s
territories
there’s always stories
they’re always tellin stories…
crumble at the sight of the holy hosanna…
for the times i s
tell me
what makes you weep?
what made you weep today
terrace