Subtle - Wallet Falls lyrics

rate me

I'll run till my wallet falls out. I lost a switch blade running across a field one time. My ghost? A bad spelling of my wording till the date that I go bad by. The half baby pour that wells up in my navel reminds me of children coughing from coma's up wing tips a tophat or both. Their loosed teeth on their mind, tuning blood in the mouth of eighth-grade picture takers. While knowing too well that their plaster-cast childhood hand prints already been hung out to dust on the yellowing wall of their go-going gone grandparents house.