Sunday

Tastes Like Bullets

If this is really happening heal me now
But don’t ever tell me how
You forgot the kiss goodbye
Your lips tremble and lose the dye

Take your voice and take your soap
I’ve already washed away all my hope
Burn your records and seal the ashes tight
And I promise I’ll forget tonight

It’s the color my eyes never were
That’s floating all around her

I was broken I was healed
All my good skin was revealed
And locked into this guessing game
Of pure misuse and shame
But my eyes never saw someone as pretty as you

Don't worry like you never did

I'll get my paintbrush back soon
Make my wings gold by noon
I'll be fine
I've got Frank Sinatra
We're into witchcraft
And you're just another spell gone wrong
But my eyes never saw someone as pretty as you

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