Flute Spell by The State Dept.

The Devil's in the details.
My greatest sin
was indulging in,
the smallest little things.
My heart is bursting at its seems.
The wounds burn and scream.

I'm always thinking about
remembering how,
you'd place your arms around my neck
throw your head back.
Keeping your eyes open,
watching me kiss
every inch of your skin
I can still taste you on my lips.
It's not healthy going on like this.

• Acoustic
• adventure time
• avant-pop
• bedroom pop
• experiemental
• sad
• singer-songwriter
• weird
• Belen