Irving

irving saw me walk away with packaged steaks under my shirt
he promised me hed let me go
if only i would be so kind to cook him some
never break our trust

i can feel the blood rushing to my temples
i can feel the dirt build up under my fingernails

bloody ankles and nice people are the highlights of our day
shut the doors and open windows to let the crows peck
at our nectarines

code white
irving's on the floor
red and blue lights rush to find a
bloody bruised and broken dog
here come the crows now my turn comes
down i go

i can feel the blood rushing to my temples
i can feel the dirt build up under my fingernails
i can feel the blood rushing to my temples
i can feel the dirt build up under my fingernails



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Ramirez
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