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 f**king 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
