Let me drink you up All your bitter parts Let me fill your cup The entire fucked up heart Let me tell you why Every single fire Burning in your chest Is burning just right Now all our brittle little words Fold themselves into simple song I have nothing to prove to myself anymore And i have nothing to prove to anyone I am wrong, i am wrong, i am wrong Half of the time Can i take off my shoes and come Inside this half-burned house Up in the blackened rafters A couple of crows cackling No love, no gods, no masters I am a slingshot, dear My heart's a steel core pebble Let me shoot them down Let me unsettle You and all our brittle little words Fold themselves into simple song I have nothing to prove to myself anymore And i have nothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
