Water On A Stove
My hair weeps for air, a shower & a comb. she's clean enough for me & looks good in yellow.
I'm dissolved in alcohol but she's in perfect care.
The queen of my worst dreams & I'm her biggest nightmare.
Now I'm counting black sheep to reacquaint my self with sleep & when the storm cloud comes your still light & you still shine yellow.
Watch days evaporate like water on a stove.
I'd find it easier to get blood out of a stone.
I wrote this song slow to make it go mainstream so all the people know that your my favorite bad scene.
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I can't get thoughts like this on a monday. I think ill sleep in anyway.
I can't get thoughts like this on a monday. I think ill sleep in anyway.
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