The Throes
Текст песни Mess With Me

Think it every day, girl
Moments in our lives
So instinctively sad
That thorn digs in my side

Yeah, she doesn't know what she wants from me
A fickle tale of ontology
She won't tell
She'll just mess with me

Beauty's in mind
Teach me of the stars
Sleepless on the floor
To read you is so hard

And she doesn't know what she wants from me
A fickle tale of agnostacy
She won't tell
She'll just mess with me

I'll dream of you tonight
You're in them every night