Stories And Comets - A Pox, A Plague, A Poison lyrics

rate me

Every word that spills forth from your lips

Is staine with the memory of every word you said

And every move you made

Your're bleeding as your breathing

Slowly choking on the blood

As it fills your lungs

Your lips are turning blue

Your papercuts are weeping gently

Soaking through the sleeve

Have you dressed them like they're real?

Every word that spills forth from your lips

Is staine with the memory of every word you said

And every move you made

A handshake as we're leaving and a nod to say

Goodnight won't help you to suture

Every wound you made

Do you sometimes think as I do: Always loud

Always loud, but never truly clear: Until tonight

Maybe you're

Just a chardonnay

Casualty