Does it help little mama? My ink Night wanderer Helps with anxious ponder, no? I’ll blind you and cover your ears But you, my brown bread turned feral Keep on repeat Elvis voice track When I’m overstimulated You should put a cup to the wall The string and plastic bellow raw I should talk about thoughts. I should say them outloud. Calm down little momma (can you calm?) Old tugs. Warm hugs (my touch loves) I can suffer with you (Definitely with you) (My chipmunk, yes) (Without a doubt, me too It’s really not sad You make me better You are my favorite reward You trace more than track You help me survive Beededede pleeeeted. Oooeeeeeee retreeeeet Ooooooeeeeeeeeee la ooo la Ooooooeeeeeeeeee la ooo la
