• 2011-03-21

    Cactus - [画皮]



    Sitting here wishing on a cement floor

    Just wishing that I had just something you wore

    Bloody your hands on a cactus tree

    Wipe it on your dress and send it to me

    I miss your kissin' and I miss your head

    And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead

    Run outside in the desert heat

    Make your dress all wet and send it to me