trippple, doubble

In your pocket looking for
Things to make your bark curl
Cooling tower somehow still glowing

When I'm coming over sedatives in your nose
I am not my temper
It got old

Leave your wood scent on my sleeve
Sunbaked so I'll root down
You can choke if that's what you're feeling

When I'm coming over sedatives in your nose
I am not my temper
It got old