give me a taste of honey lips
until the taste is gone
ceiling fans for palmless hands
rubbing alcohol
blisters to knees
statues to feed
sister risked her wreck for me
win and with but why whisper
give it out
let it grow
writ and wrought so you kissed her
cut the lisp and sent me home
give me a gift of honeybees
merchandise and mums
take the parts of you i need
in seven bleach-filled tubs
blisters to knees
statues to feed
sister risked her wreck for me
win and with but why whisper
give it out
let it grow
writ and wrought so you kissed her
cut the lisp and sent me home
in rain and hot pools
to beat the street lights
these feet are poor-laced
im fine
"they say you are a bad` bad seed
but you're not bad for me
I blush and call your name
'cause you know that I can't refuse
'honey it's the truth
I love the seedy things you say " ihearttokissthecooter0