Oh twisted me I came to eat at the hall where we danced to some duds
My crowd of pals observed my fingers and prayed for the lunch I had hung
And cheers rolled out and I thought early of tunas in tennisons tubs.

That should turn into something
You should turn into something

Oh blissful bleed I came out peaking and leaked out like a wet clown
My tears rolled down and arms went round at night I gaped at her gowns
So often green but she held me my curtains were covered in hounds

She said

Mom "oh my sweet goodess wish you could be here every time
Mom "but don't miss me goodness because [bad word] away everytime
Baby "then groan at the goodness but do you mean not every time?"
Baby "then gone in the goodness wish I could stay here everytime"

mistful meet with teachers speaking there muffled by buzzes and hums
So headphone tones do float me home my chair was begging [bad word] And I'm not bummed some works not fun then we crawl in the carpet like bugs

Unrestful eve I sipped on leaks and sat in the room had a [bad word] The jummping dust made catfish bust from corners now dripping with mud
And she knocked twice and we got silly and noone knew what [bad word] .

She said

Lover "oh my sweet goodness wish you could be here everytime
Lover "but don't miss me goodness because [bad word] away every time"
Other lover "then groan at the goodness but do you mean not everytime"
Other lover "then gone in the goodness wish I could stay here everytime"

But you'll turn into something
You should turn into something