421 T street!
cold night so long, sober bus ride home
i wipe you'r lipstick of and clear my throat
your air in my lungs, your blood on my tong
and your naked body in mine crying
"its been love that's been killing me"
come down quick and cold, i rest against your bones
i found your body in the hall drunk and alone
cold sympathy, fathers codeine
chase me out with looks so lovely, push me out when you told me you loved me
i traded blood for lust, and fell in love with the idea of a cold quiet fuck
and i miss the warmth you gave me,
"it was was that love that was killing me"
and i couldn't see it through all the pain, but i was comfortable then
and i won't have that again
released August 19, 2013
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