Worn-Tin

Bitter

Worn-Tin


Shadowboxing, found the options in the grocery store, now
It's making money, lucid undies stained your kitchen walls
You mean to tell me that I'm singing just to be ignored?
I tried to pin it but I could not get it
I told the paperboy, “I like to live outside the lines”
It takes the medicine to make me feel myself sometimes
She's got a belt around my neck, no time to feel alive
I know she's right, she's got a job, she, she owns your own supplies

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She says, “I ain't the hardest thing in the bed”
And now we all say things that circulate in our heads
But don't mind the bitters if the roses stay red

I ride the daily, people save me with those evening glares
I'm feeling anxious for the spacious little box we shared
I can't imagine what the talk would be to have you here
But if you were the lady next to me, she'd be a millionaire
Oh, how divine, there's now a crime of New York chemistry
Now says the one who's running from the lack of empathy
It doesn't matter where you're standing if you stand next to me
I'd cut my hair, my skin, my teeth because to have you on your knees, girl

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She says, “I ain't the hardest thing in the bed”
And now we all say shit that circulate in our heads
But don't mind the bitters if the roses stay red

I guess for now we just suppose
You keep it real and let it go
Cause, for now, nobody knows
It's not just anybody
Dressing up in all her clothes
You hit the lights and take it slow
Make it up while on the road
It's not just anybody

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