needle in an icebox
cold and sharp
swimming in poison
diluting desire through a charcoal heart
I take the bottle everyday
and haunt laughing love for the lies it made
who you calling on, friend, to hold your hand
I can make a pool from just one grain of sand
on my back I wear two eyes
those that see a better life
cold and sharp
swimming in poison
diluting desire through a charcoal heart
I take the bottle everyday
and haunt laughing love for the lies it made
who you calling on, friend, to hold your hand
I can make a pool from just one grain of sand
on my back I wear two eyes
those that see a better life