Crushing

Baby boy keeps on sobbing into lonely red pea coats
And there are so many tears, we should all jump into boats
Sick baby cheetah's whiskey breath, keeps on passing out hickeys
Shredding through pale skin in the dark, like blowin right through tissues when you sneeze

Slowly sippin down on some fine fine fine mint juleps
And all I really want to do is kiss your tender wet lips
Wondering where oh where did that pesky beard of mine run on off to
Remember how much loving grooming and combing it now, but then I never had a clue

Baby boy might stop crushin if he'd stop drinking but that's only if he could
Pretending with paper dolls, making him and her and her and him love 'em like they should
Pity parties and alcohol poisoning keep popping up like unwanted zits
Throwing off your schedule and making you bug out in anxiety fits

Piano notes are still buzzing around in wide open ears
And past baggage and insecurities keep on feeding your own fears
Tangled body parts in a lover's bed feels just like a noose when it's not your parts
And in the end the only thing that gets hung out to dry is your own wounded heart