Anything we should know about your change? -- My mind is a colour to get out my mouth
My tongue is a pill that i can't spit out

Make no bones, about it
We're older now, than i like to admit

My midnight image casts no shadow
An overturned city as our grass will grow(?)

Make no bones, about it
We're older now, than i like to admit

Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time

Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time

Each steps on a snake fills my lungs(?)
Hallow suit by slip of the tongue(?)
No bones no turning back i
She knows me better than i
No blots no semen it's energy wasted

Make no bones, about it
We're older now, than i like to admit

Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time

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Writer(s): Anand Mathew Wilder, Christopher E Keating