Saint Mishima from Drasticism by Bella Litsa

I've seen his hand turn into a serpent
I've seen the fruit go rot
I've seen the light around his eyes
I've seen the night break him,
I see it all the time

I've felt the arrows in my side
Oh, I'm hung up like Saint Mishima
And I take it all in stride
Cause I feel it all the time,
Yeah I feel it all the time

September, my sedative
Put me down like you do, if only you knew
September, my sedative
Lay me down like you do, and turn it all blue
La la la,
La la la
La la la,
La la la

I've heard the whispers of a haven
I've heard the footsteps there
I've heard him knocking on my door
I've heard him singing,
I hear it all the time

I dreamt I'd have to wait all night
Oh, I'm hung up like Saint Mishima
In loving you there's no tomorrow
Cause I feel it all the time,
Yeah I feel it all the time

September, my sedative
Put me down like you do, if only you knew
September, my sedative
Lay me down like you do, and turn it all blue
La la la,
La la la
La la la

If you, if you, if you, if you
I'll let you, I'll let you, I'll let you, I'll let you
If you, if you, if you, if you
I'll let you, I'll let you, I'll let you, I'll let you

I'll let you cut my hair, and I'll tell you everything
I'll let you cut my hair, and I'll tell you everything
I'll let you cut my hair, and I'll tell you everything
I'll let you cut my hair, and I'll tell you everything

I only cared about you, and the music that we sing
I only cared about you, and the music that we sing
I only cared about you, and the music that we sing
I only cared about you, and the music that we sing

• Alternative
• alternative pop
• baroque pop
• chamber pop
• indie
• Brooklyn