Still Love
Bad news on my breath
I gotta smoke it out
Bad teeth in my mouth
I gotta smash it up
I was a snake, or something vile
It's a shame, I can't remember now
But I still love
Could I still love
Bad taste on your tongue
Why don't you spit me out
I talk big shit
I got nothing to back it up
I'm the shame and the sin of men
The mistakes of my future son
But I still love
Could I still love
And I'm made up of parts, not quite the sum
Worth less for all I've done
But I still love
Bloodied knuckles and blackened eyes
You wear your bruises like a disguise
Because what you fear the most
Are the words stuck in your throat
But you won't give up the ghost, no
You just carry it alone
And you still love
Serpents in a row all devouring our tails
We are hungry for injustice and we're loading up the scales
We signal revolution but we only know the motions
Will our children kill for water, will they ever see the ocean
When the oil runs out we'll go deeper down the well
Until we kill the children buried deep within ourselves
But at the end of all the burning we'll be crying for our mothers
If we'd learned to love ourselves maybe we could have loved each other
I gotta smoke it out
Bad teeth in my mouth
I gotta smash it up
I was a snake, or something vile
It's a shame, I can't remember now
But I still love
Could I still love
Bad taste on your tongue
Why don't you spit me out
I talk big shit
I got nothing to back it up
I'm the shame and the sin of men
The mistakes of my future son
But I still love
Could I still love
And I'm made up of parts, not quite the sum
Worth less for all I've done
But I still love
Bloodied knuckles and blackened eyes
You wear your bruises like a disguise
Because what you fear the most
Are the words stuck in your throat
But you won't give up the ghost, no
You just carry it alone
And you still love
Serpents in a row all devouring our tails
We are hungry for injustice and we're loading up the scales
We signal revolution but we only know the motions
Will our children kill for water, will they ever see the ocean
When the oil runs out we'll go deeper down the well
Until we kill the children buried deep within ourselves
But at the end of all the burning we'll be crying for our mothers
If we'd learned to love ourselves maybe we could have loved each other
Credits
Writer(s): Mercedes Arn Horn, Phoenix Arn Horn, Marshall Gallagher, Anthony Salazar
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