Without Excuse
The fin.
I scratched on your name
Ink sticks my hands
You won't like it
I just don't know why
I scratched on your name
Ink sticks my hands
You won't like it
I just let it go
Rain's falling on my head
Into my thought without excuse
Rain's soaking into my name
And my thought without excuse
Rain's falling on my head
Into my thought without excuse
Rain's soaking into my name
And my thought without excuse