Lyrics
Pressing ears to open doors
Subtle, the teeth are smooth, but the tongue is coarse
Lions lined up in row
Mouths dripping, eyes wet
The hunger pains of old friends
Mixed autumn leaves that couldn’t turn sooner
Defacing paint but with a lesser sense of humor
Carving cherubs in the quiet of my room
Grinding down nails, fresh-bit, into the shape of tools
30 pieces as a minimum wage
Kids selling rotten fruit and making bootleg tapes
Becoming cautionary
Did The Right Thing
But it didn’t matter anyway
Spun from satin, but hardened to casts
Arranging shards of myself to be stained into glass
Have you grown tired of mending?
Have you grown tired of mending just to see yourself break?
Spine displaced, waiting to separate
Reticent, reticent, reticent!
Carcass full, no crawl-space
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
See A Problem With Something?
Lyrics
Other
LyricIQ Analysis
Top Emotion
Enjoyment
Sentiment
Theme
Substance Use
