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