Stilts - Boy Omega

Can I follow you to home now?

Your shoes — your legs

I heard they were hand in hand

Self

I’m blinded by your whore eyes

The wave it burn

Tells me that it hurts

Time

Carried

Let’s get carried

Let’s get going

The demons in my head will start to crawl in

They sink their claws into me but I’m laughing

Cause when I’m standing on your stilts I won’t be falling down

No no no more

Salt water on my hot lips

With my fingertips

I wrote her her name

Like the bottom of her sleeve

One day may be

She’ll have her smell

Carried

Let’s get carried

Let’s get going

The demons in my head will start to crawl in

They sink their claws into me but I’m laughing

Cause when I’m standing on your stilts I won’t be falling down

No no no more

When we’re walking out

When we’re walking out

When we’re walking out

When we’re walking out