Started the new year in a bed that was not my own
A stranger I’ve met several times before but still don’t know
I have dreams of a bird’s eye cityscape dissolved–
A window seat monologue of a blanket covered lightbulb
You’re carving chalk graffiti in a barcade bathroom wall
Warning other girls
Don’t go home with the boy who buys you Fireball
When we came out people thought we had done thing
But you just cried as I rubbed your back in a handicap stall
Lily still follows you on instagram
She says that you cut your hair and changed the color once again. That’s fine, I know I sound sarcastic
You can wrap me up in plastic–hermetically sealed from you. Ashamed of what is in my flask
I have one more thing to ask of you:
Finalize the words to keep me pacified
Your body is your alibi, delete it from my hard drive for good
Tell me his name I will kill him for you
I know it’s not my style I’m just guilty and fragile
I want something to do
That’s fine, I’m overly dramatic
You can wrap me up in plastic–hermetically sealed from you. Ashamed of what is in my flask
I have one more thing to ask of you:
Fireball?
Finalize the words to keep me pacified
Your body is your alibi, delete it from my hard drive for good
A stranger I’ve met several times before but still don’t know
I have dreams of a bird’s eye cityscape dissolved–
A window seat monologue of a blanket covered lightbulb
You’re carving chalk graffiti in a barcade bathroom wall
Warning other girls
Don’t go home with the boy who buys you Fireball
When we came out people thought we had done thing
But you just cried as I rubbed your back in a handicap stall
Lily still follows you on instagram
She says that you cut your hair and changed the color once again. That’s fine, I know I sound sarcastic
You can wrap me up in plastic–hermetically sealed from you. Ashamed of what is in my flask
I have one more thing to ask of you:
Finalize the words to keep me pacified
Your body is your alibi, delete it from my hard drive for good
Tell me his name I will kill him for you
I know it’s not my style I’m just guilty and fragile
I want something to do
That’s fine, I’m overly dramatic
You can wrap me up in plastic–hermetically sealed from you. Ashamed of what is in my flask
I have one more thing to ask of you:
Fireball?
Finalize the words to keep me pacified
Your body is your alibi, delete it from my hard drive for good
( Palette Knife )
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