Mia

atch me heap up what i've sown i'm made of peanuts, not of shells god spares a quality of himself uniquely designed but we can't help ourselves so – why, i made the face that bugs you i won't design conversation around you i made the face that bugs you spyglass scans the field hold my hand, feel a chill in here tired of looking through you i've found myself can you find you why i've made the face that bugs you i won't design conversation around you i made the face that bugs you i won't design spyglass scans the fields hold my hand, still feel a chill in here tired of looking through you i've found myself can you find you why i made the face i won't design