Matryoshka
(I'll stay with my bleeding heart)
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
I know she speak with hands that I can't see
From 46, on leave
Like apparitions
You looked right through me, and winked
Girl I'm really crying in my sleep
I know I'm really sick
Dreading the day that I refeed and my old clothes don't fit
My eyes too dry to miss you when awake
Boy, know my wit
And I can't overstate how much I wish
Away it went
I was passing out on kitchen floors
It's dark as shit
I was out reality like
"What you really meant?"
They didn't let you have a lighter
Girl, your skin was singed
If I'm to try all this again I might not come back in
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
Works of hands
It's not always I've much to say
I saw my spine and knew no way
You gave me hate in foreign shapes
With chunks of brain and bone like fraying threads
Or Herzogs in the clay
If I'm to not look when the moments' come
I saw enough anyway
You dust off windowpanes
We're women here, safe in eachother
I heard down by the waves
Has someone come to see that mother?
Share my tea!
Come by my hovel!
It's smokes and easy things and rubble
Although you have some tracks to cover
I'm sure
Your hands will make it look as though you never cared to come
Look as though you never cared to come
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
I know she speak with hands that I can't see
From 46, on leave
Like apparitions
You looked right through me, and winked
Girl I'm really crying in my sleep
I know I'm really sick
Dreading the day that I refeed and my old clothes don't fit
My eyes too dry to miss you when awake
Boy, know my wit
And I can't overstate how much I wish
Away it went
I was passing out on kitchen floors
It's dark as shit
I was out reality like
"What you really meant?"
They didn't let you have a lighter
Girl, your skin was singed
If I'm to try all this again I might not come back in
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
Works of hands
It's not always I've much to say
I saw my spine and knew no way
You gave me hate in foreign shapes
With chunks of brain and bone like fraying threads
Or Herzogs in the clay
If I'm to not look when the moments' come
I saw enough anyway
You dust off windowpanes
We're women here, safe in eachother
I heard down by the waves
Has someone come to see that mother?
Share my tea!
Come by my hovel!
It's smokes and easy things and rubble
Although you have some tracks to cover
I'm sure
Your hands will make it look as though you never cared to come
Look as though you never cared to come
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
I'll stay with my bleeding heart
You will ball your callous hands
Long night, here to make it count
My MD was all fentanyl
Tank top when my scars hurt
I was throwing up on demand
My hair still falling out
Long for the day I don't fret no meal
Credits
Writer(s): Veronica Nord
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