[bad word]  [bad word] madeinheights

Well my pony's cold but I don't have the heart 

While my homies roll down by the park 

Since you said goodbye 

Lost in your wake 

I don't care 

I have been cursed in my blindness 

Now I see holding you close 

With my tattered sleeves 

Thrown by the coast 

Make our bodies rise 

Bones laid to waste 

As we call 

I have been cursed with my kindness 

In my skirt and my shirt with the sleeves 

In the dirt all the hurt's gonna unfold 

Relax the denim in my waist 

As I pull out of your place 

Cool out of your place 

Cobra venom in my face 

I was flying so heavenly 

Now I'm stuck in the sky like a revgerie 

It was good, it was good, it was all I had 

It was good, wish you could, could find me where I'm at 

Wondering just what it is 

Visions seem to multiply 

Used to be so easy  [bad word] is my crime 

Dangled in velocity 

Floating in between the signs 

Is this how it's gonna be 

Recognizing you were my kind