Slo-Mo for the Masses - Beulah

Lipstick stains and they’re all in short hand where

Everything’s a quarter, my heart

The cut leaves, rings, and the sunshine pours in where

You can mine the glass box until it breaks

Broken hearts make a brand new tattoo with a rose

And a space that’s just for you

Not succeedin' but doin' just fine and the more

That I know the less I care