Tytuł: Sluttering (May 4th)

• Wykonawca: Jawbreaker
• Wyświetleń: 225

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.
  Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us.
  It's time to leave this place.
  I'd saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits.
  I'd saw through your traps to find a better you.
  A part of you that lasts.
  I saw through your trap and into my own wrists.
  Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue:
  A sight to sore your eyes.
  I got this dress.
  I'm hiking it around this waste of laughter.
  Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping.
  Congratulations to you both, I hope you're happy.
  If there's a moral to this story then I wish you'd show me.
  Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
  Rubber, I'm glue.
  I'll write the book on you.
  It's sticking to my face.
  You need a little less than what you take for granted.
  This is the sip that's drinking back from you,
  Blacking out your eyes.
  You need a little more suppression of you appetites.
  This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms,
  It's neither sweet nor bright.
  I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess.
  I call it "sluttering."
  It means as little as your little test.
  You are your worst revenge.
  Your very means, they have no ends.
  This is a story you won't tell the kids we'll never have.
  If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough.