Sour Spit
I've got sour spit and I'm sitting in a bottomless pit
Come save me from my misery, rip out my tongue
I'll eat flowers and magazines
While I justify everything you did to me
Stuck in my head
Trapped in your bed
Stuck in your head
Trapped in my bed
You love me like weeds love the sun
Grotesque untamed, my garden's coming undone
I'm picking leaves off the tips of my teeth
While you twirl your roots deeper into my sheets
Stuck in your head
Trapped in my bed
Stuck in my head
Trapped in your bed
Come save me from my misery, rip out my tongue
I'll eat flowers and magazines
While I justify everything you did to me
Stuck in my head
Trapped in your bed
Stuck in your head
Trapped in my bed
You love me like weeds love the sun
Grotesque untamed, my garden's coming undone
I'm picking leaves off the tips of my teeth
While you twirl your roots deeper into my sheets
Stuck in your head
Trapped in my bed
Stuck in my head
Trapped in your bed
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Writer(s): Abbie Painter
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