Yeah, yeah

It's the dawn of the day
Let our spit interchange
Put my hands on your waist, put my hands on your waist
I hold your breasts, let my hands decay
I hold my breath when you're kissing me

Sit down and kiss the dirt I walked on
Sit still and I'll forgive what you've done
Kill-switch, aimed at my heart
I'm sick, sick at my stomach but can't barf
My second early grave
And I'm finally laid to rest
Hole in my chest, I don't know where to go
I'm lost along this road, and all the-

Blood stained chords
Ring in my fallen arms
And I can't look back on everything that's gone

I'm so tempted to just cashout right now
On the couch, since my lover kicked me out of the bed
I got too much going on right now
Rifle set, yeah, I feel so fucking sick in the head

It's the dawn of the day
Let our spit interchange
Put my hands on your waist, put my hands on your waist
I hold your breasts, let my hands decay
I hold my breath when you're kissing me

Crash out like a tidal wave
Stomach turning like the tides again
I raise my chin to the end of a blick
Finna graze my neck with a bullet or six