60 Grit - Comadre

I’m gonna pick a fight with everyone I love,

how bout I make things right to rest their hearts at sea?

This time I’ll really drown and carry down worries,

this time I’ll really drown.

I got bad eyez but am living a cat’s nine lives.

I love the smell of dynamite at 9: 00am

and can taste the fear I put upon your chest.

Now I’ve counted way too short,

if I really wanted to sink

I’d cut you off and say goodbye

with a bit of tongue and a wink,

a bit of tongue and a wink.

Bruises, fuses, everyone loses.

So tonight I’m running out the rest of my life.