Stilts

Can I follow you to home now?
Your shoes — your legs
I heard they were hand in hand
Self
I’m blinded by your whore eyes
The wave it burn
Tells me that it hurts
Time
Carried
Let’s get carried
Let’s get going
The demons in my head will start to crawl in
They sink their claws into me but I’m laughing
Cause when I’m standing on your stilts I won’t be falling down
No no no more
Salt water on my hot lips
With my fingertips
I wrote her her name
Like the bottom of her sleeve
One day may be
She’ll have her smell
Carried
Let’s get carried
Let’s get going
The demons in my head will start to crawl in
They sink their claws into me but I’m laughing
Cause when I’m standing on your stilts I won’t be falling down
No no no more
When we’re walking out
When we’re walking out
When we’re walking out
When we’re walking out