Stale tongues, the words have gone
And all we’ve left is smoky spirits and heavy lungs
And I don’t want to talk it through
But my head hurts and I hate you
Don’t make me throw up
I know that you will
And wake up my mother and tell her I’m ill
It’s all coming out now, black, brown
Wine and vile
Salty eyes, some frothy lips
Your teeth are bent and champing at the fucking bit
Leading on the window
Will you point them and you let go
You say: “look at the people
Crawling like insects
All over the pavements”
I’d rather be with them
‘Cause I just hate this room, it smells like you
Leave it all, I like this song
When it ends, you really must be getting on
And they need all clicks after I’m out
And you look back and the door slams
I’m so fucking heartless
I can’t even cry
I’ve opened my body: it’s hollow inside
So ring up my parents
And tell them I’m dead
And say how you bite me: you fucked with my head
And I hate your head, and the clothes you wear
And I just love your head, and the clothes you wear
compositores: Marika Hackman
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