Merchandise - Satellite lyrics

rate me

we say things we don't mean

a satellite so long gone

like the love letters i wrote you

that you lost when you moved

the fruit of desire

stuffed right in my mouth

i'm drunk in your old room

i'm sinning out loud

no, you'll never escape my mind

no, you'll never escape my mind

to stand divined

entwined

no, you'll never escape my mind

no, you can't, and you never will