Suck

Spit

Put it down your throat

Sink

A lying bastard crone

Sink

Innocence afloat

We

Something coming home

Cold

Wellice on the phone

Stops

Mounts into the dorm

He curves under a stone

She splits in

But her own

Cold

Everything you said

Bag

Heavy in my hand

Still spinning out the seams

Still fucking up ur name

Don't wanted to return

Switch?

Something i can do

They plummet on the couch

They always spit you out

Please put me back to bed

Please say it's in his head

Still falling through the door

You think nothing feels

Like warmth