Testo Lay back, arms out Laura Stevenson

Lay back, arms out

I'm a broken record
Come wriggle out from underneath me
Tied around the middle
Not incorrupt and rotting out
When you lift the lid I will be liquid
All swimming in my skin

There's a sweetness to that
There's a sweetness to that
There's a sweetness to that
There's a sweetness to that

Bullish you are when you said I'm colorful
It's like you're trying to harm me
Aren't we now?
Foolish I was ever growing foolisher
Sticking in the salt until you cottonmouth
You're tired and you're dried out

Two lovers on other islands
Two lovers on other islands

The charts of all the stars you read
They make me feel illest at ease
The teasing blink of a plane
And now you cut it back and buds will form
There's flooding on the bottom floor
Don't go upstairs, it'll trap you up there

So lay back, arms out, all-in, unfeeling
I'll keep my deep, pristine, unflinching cool