Moon Like Sour Candy - The Ophelias

Moon like sour candy in your mouth

Our conversations are heading south

I am getting caught up in your movement

Resisting stagnation, I am trying

I’m trying

Wearing corduroy for four days straight

I get confused when you say my name

Skin is flaking harder in the winter

Reach out to your mother, I am crying

I’m crying

You can only like me when you’re drunk

The sky is open, my stomach stuck

Tongue like bubbles floating down my rotten skin

Don’t worry about it, I am trying

I’m trying

I’m trying

I’m trying

I’m trying

I’m trying

I’m trying

I’m trying

I’m trying