palm of my fingers

You make me so sick to my stomach
We was flying like Icarus
Now we plummet
Petty shit
Bickering
Never listening
After all of it
I don't want none of your love
I just want your submission
To turn you to putty
In the palm of my fingers
Make you get sweaty and dirty and thinner
And fatter and hungry and thirsty
And starving for love

And she cries at night
As she starts to realize
Her first love
Can't come back
From the grave
So slowly she moves on
Unsure of it all
But broken by her sad acceptance
That she can't remember his face

You make me so sick to my stomach
We was flying like Icarus
Now we plummet
Petty shit
Bickering
Never listening
After all of it
I don't want none of your love
I just want your submission
To turn you to putty
In the palm of my fingers
Make you get sweaty and dirty and thinner
And fatter and hungry and thirsty
And starving for love

And she cries at night
As she starts to realize
Her first love
Can't come back
From the grave
So slowly she moves on
Unsure of it all
But broken by her sad acceptance
That she can't remember his face



Credits
Writer(s): Drew Bartos
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