Sweet Teeth

On the eve you lost your horse
The rain looked like it was glass
We both dropped dead in the forest
And carried our bodies to the past
For no reason at all
Felt like it was fall

Oh no I know
My love will go
As I get old
My sweet teeth will rot

Somewhere deep inside the mud
The smallest little holes
There's something you can't ignore
Or delete from your phone
I really thought you cared
But you still slit my throat

I try to hide
My darkest side
Be what I'm not
My sweet teeth will rot

I'm a devil I'm a secret that you won't Ever tell!
I'm the third wheel dealer at the Prison cell!
But I don't wanna live in this house of Cards!
I'm gonna go beat up whoever's in Charge!



Credits
Writer(s): John Zaffuto
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