bird bones
Put hands to hollow bone
Demons and angels get blurry when the eyes are cold
I put myself as the centrefold, I grew too old
Tryna find where to put my heart and call it a home
Don't go stumble down Long gravel roads
I never did know why you needed me so
But I wanted you bad and I Guess that you reap what you sew
And now you stomping out the door
Guilt trippin, head low ego under the floor
Like is it really end or could I turn it to more
Mumblin, fist clenched while he thinks imma whore
Make up, break up, blow the back out some more
Cause it's really all i've ever been kept around for
Now you screamin in my face butcha soft to the core
Imma hear from you again, unexpected i'm sure
(Unexpected i'm sure)
Taught you how to show your hate
Drunk fuck stumblin over graves
I mean I made it so easy, you can tell i'm a waste
See your Name showin up turnin whiter than paste
Imma be home late, hope you get there safe
I'm busy losin my Grace
Busy losin my Patience
Cause i'm caught up in my head and i'm wasting my cadence
I been cutting too much to bleed out in a basement
Not turning complacent
Just turning a cheek
Cause I know I made it out by the skin of my teeth
Kept tucked up, fucked and placed back under the seat
Conversate about creation doin drugs in the heat
Like it's be hard to beat, but it wasn't to be
Hope you're thinking of me
Demons and angels get blurry when the eyes are cold
I put myself as the centrefold, I grew too old
Tryna find where to put my heart and call it a home
Don't go stumble down Long gravel roads
I never did know why you needed me so
But I wanted you bad and I Guess that you reap what you sew
And now you stomping out the door
Guilt trippin, head low ego under the floor
Like is it really end or could I turn it to more
Mumblin, fist clenched while he thinks imma whore
Make up, break up, blow the back out some more
Cause it's really all i've ever been kept around for
Now you screamin in my face butcha soft to the core
Imma hear from you again, unexpected i'm sure
(Unexpected i'm sure)
Taught you how to show your hate
Drunk fuck stumblin over graves
I mean I made it so easy, you can tell i'm a waste
See your Name showin up turnin whiter than paste
Imma be home late, hope you get there safe
I'm busy losin my Grace
Busy losin my Patience
Cause i'm caught up in my head and i'm wasting my cadence
I been cutting too much to bleed out in a basement
Not turning complacent
Just turning a cheek
Cause I know I made it out by the skin of my teeth
Kept tucked up, fucked and placed back under the seat
Conversate about creation doin drugs in the heat
Like it's be hard to beat, but it wasn't to be
Hope you're thinking of me
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Writer(s): Em Earle-lambert
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