Splinters

My luck sits sultry in a paper cup

Drowned in hotel coffee

I drink it so it's sucked into

my pale and searching body

It makes my warm feet shake

And my hands know what I mean

When I say that I'm not looking

But it could be the caffeine

Well I bury my secrets well

I never kiss and tell

I knock on wood

But I got splinters in my hands

And that ain't good

My stories are hard to tell

I never end them well

I knock on wood

But I've got splinters in my hands

And that ain't good

I should of said so from the start

Will I never not be broken

I got truth trees in my shopping cart

In case I gave to help here

Sick of fortune's taunting games

Searching for something to blame

When it happened baby once again

Crazy pills and in deep?

I'm posing in the den maybe?

I need to need a friend

Well I bury my secrets well

I never kiss and tell

I knock on wood

But I got splinters in my hands

And that ain't good

My stories are hard to tell

I never end them well

I knock on wood

But I've got splinters in my hands

And that ain't good