Blake Conti - Your Humble Nightmare

Unkind

She had me when I saw a text, I was wrong
I don't know why this is my advance, i've been sore
Cut myself on feathers on my skin, i've been soft
In the bathroom I had rinsed, I know I cannot wash

Don't let me call
I've been at your door
Angel as my whore
Leave me on the floor

Maybe you'll find life is unkind and over so soon
I've been holding your hand shaped trap, she can't find no virtue
Broken thoughts when I'm lying asleep, I have seen my own death
Counting sheep but they hate me I am choking on my breath

Don't let me call
I've been at your door
Angel as my whore
Leave me on the floor
Don't let me call
I've been at your door
Angel as my whore
Leave me on the floor

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Writer(s): Blake Conti
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