Sunny Side Down - Dog Food

Only Fiction

And those dry lips
Tearing through my mouth
And your thighs and hips
But I can't slow down

Bite a finger, bite a tongue
Hold my hand, hold a gun

Another shirt, another pile
Burning out in style
Another crisis, another hole
Dig my grave before I'm old

Only fiction
My addiction
You're a dick son
My reflection agrees

And those copper ears
Manifesting sound
And your bloody tears
Eating up the ground

And your dirty nails
Entering my skin
And you're looking pale
Because you know you'll never win

Any deeper, you're cutting bone
Feeling raw now, so just go home

Another shirt, another pile
Burning out in style
Another crisis, another hole
Dig my grave before I'm old

Only fiction
My addiction
You're a dick son
My reflection agrees

Only fiction
My addiction
You're a dick son
My reflection agrees

Only fiction
My addiction
You're a dick son
My reflection agrees

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Writer(s): Noah Bezuidenhoudt
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