Itchy Teeth - Marika Hackman
Written by：Marika Hackman
I've been left
To lick my wounds for too long
I'm down to bone
Callus tongue itchy teeth
Metal mouth with rubber gums
A contoured mouth
Hold me for an hour
Flowers bloom in less
We'll brace this crumbling tower
The harvest of distress
Eek me out make me last
I am a broken ship
A sinking mast
You fill me up I'm made of holes
With finger tips red nails and cutting words
Patch me up
Well hold me for an hour
Flowers bloom in less
We'll brace this crumbling tower
The harvest of distress
Well hold me for an hour
Flowers bloom in less
We'll brace this crumbling tower
The harvest of distress
