Текст песни Pjluk

It’s a good life Every other day I wanna live Wanna die And I’m not sorry That I’m fighting I’m never comatose Always feel too much come and go And then I’m bleeding Sticky sweetness Hold me real tight Pulling up on my body like a kite You’re so red inside Your juicy eyes Thinking that we might pluck Thinking that we might pluck a cherry Thinking that we might pluck pluck pluck pluck Hoping that we might pluck a cherry Thinking that we might pluck Thinking that we might pluck a cherry Thinking that we might pluck pluck pluck pluck Hoping that we might pluck a cherry Thinking that we might