Artwork by Amber O'Rourke

I've had too much time to anticipate this

Hope that nervous smirk's got a purpose

Miscommunication from my chest to my brain

I like to make the mistakes but never carry the blame

Let me burn you out

Let you reel me in

 

I was your home and your decades

Tell me...are you that blind to the bait?

Oh, how we clamour to dance with the devil for our chance at feeling alive

Maslow, you're missing just one or two things that we desperately need to survive

Is this really living?

Well I'd rather die

Having to exist without your bite or kiss

Oh baby, you're making me high

 

I was your moans and your echoes

An antique you auctioned and sold

Inhale cause I'm nervous

Inhale cause I'm nervous

I look good on purpose

 

I'll swallow my anxiety

wreak your havoc inside of me

yet I'll still beg you for more

Maybe if I sink my teeth in the right way,

You won't break me and walk out that door

Maybe if I sink my teeth in the right way,

I'll leave you with the best kind of bruise

Maybe if I sink my teeth in the right way,

You'll be one less thing I have to lose

 

I'll stammer on hammers and strings

(One less thing I have to lose)

I'll stammer on hammers and strings

(One less thing I have to lose)

I'll stammer on hammers and strings

Won't you come and collect your things

I'll stammer on hammers and strings

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I'll stammer on hammers and strings
Hammers and strings
I'll stammer on, stammer on, stammer on, stammer on
Hammers and strings
I'll stammer on hammers and strings