Breakfast Circles from Captain Magma by Captain Magma

Two fingers aren't enough to get ahold of you
and let you show me where it is you think this goes.

Walk me to where you stay, tell me its not ours
to believe where we stand means anything at all.

curtained hair
floats though my room
and turns out the lights
you say its not what you need
its just all that you'll want

we know that its not safe for green eyes to see
it's all thats real that's all that's bothering me

begin to run me through let me believe
cocooned skins not as tough as you make it seem

pink lines above your waste
make me far less scared
to look you in the eyes
and know that its not real

• Alternative
• indie
• lo-fi
• mississippi
• noise rock
• oxford
• Oxford