Minimal

80’s

★☆☾Face★☆☾

(On me)

(On Zac)

★☆☾Body★☆☾

(On me)

(On Zac)

★☆☾Decor★☆☾

Born Free

She was born free and she has the right to live free

★☆☾Face★☆☾

★☆☾Body★☆☾

Rose Gold

★☆☾Face★☆☾

★☆☾Body★☆☾

They wanna make me their queen

Oh, all of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used
If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised
Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it
Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying

★☆☾Face★☆☾

★☆☾Body★☆☾

Maybe on another plane we never really met

Do you ever wander
Feelings ever fonder
Stuck inside a verb that’s never resting
Boarding on another plane

★☆☾Face★☆☾

★☆☾Body★☆☾

★☆☾Decor★☆☾

Road Dust and Honey

She smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain.

★☆☾Face★☆☾

★☆☾Body★☆☾