Chatoyant (Beauty Bass) - Made In Heights

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
Complicated is my crime
Dangled in velocity
Floating in between the signs
Is this how it's gonna be
Recognizing you were my kind