New Madrid - Manners lyrics

rate me

I spit fire between your eyes

Pretend our love glides wide

And it does call her, it's plain to see

It might just mean you're being mean

And if lately all you do

Is summarize simple truths

Then I'll slack off, don't get caught

Hyper, hyper, that you know

It's crowded in the bed

And everybody's 'bout it, weeps

And there is open innocence

And off myself, off myself

Better run to a forest and saw me there

Pull my head off the ground

And then I'll ‘cause you to all fall there