Ivy

I seem like ivy, ground-creeping, climbing
Totally hiding what's behind winding vines
Like my heart, wheeze
Keep depth in dark please
Holding on tightly
Poisonous slightly
Lightly, lightly, dimming the lighting
Shimmer in lightning
Strike like, it's frightening
Shining, dying in bed hardly fighting
Fever igniting
Temperature rising
Heightening, heightening
Blankets of ivy
Bed for the Hiding
Lying down, lying down
He's lying down, he's lying down

The moon is ashine, I don't know why I looked in his dying eyes
When we used to talk, he used to hide a lot
Telling ghost tales, yeah, he used to lie a lot
People be selling they two cents, and he used to buy a lot
He used to sitting around, not trying a lot
He dying, it's ironic, he used to be scared of flying
And the tears on his cheeks when he used to be scared of crying
Don't it all align?
Do it all in time
Don't it all align?
Do it all in time
Why do I dream if-only's?
It's probably a sign of lonely
The chance is thin and boney
That I'll be feeling homey
Anywhere else
But I leave anyway, bitch I leave anyway