Album: Stitch Puppy
You think you’re dog-gone but you nurse a slow wound
Nerve endings, hot spots piercing, licking 'til it bleeds
Our dog takes a bow. We see hos teeth now
Ashtray cult has found their martyr.
I’ve seen that movie too
Maybe I read about it I wanna be the one who’s still
I wanna make it through April
They know how you should grieve but I know what I believe
And I won’t be the one to spill my insides
Calling all vagrants, be your world’s patients
Death-defying, crash-test dumb-fucks spiral at top speed
Call yourself neutral, passive aggressor
Pass away, leave behind devastated passengers
Don’t wanna hear about it I wanna be the one who’s still
I have to make it through April
Relax as if I hear them
My mind is nowhere near them
I’ll always be the one to spill my insides
These words are certain to heal
But I won’t be the one to spill my guts
My insides
Won’t spill my guts. Spill my guts