Back of Your Neck - Howler

Steal a car on a dare

Dump it in the Minoa river

You think we’re Bonnie and Clyde

But both of them f*cking die

I think you’re mid July

Smoke you when hot as a crack pipe

I wanna love you but we just fight

I know you’d kill me and that’s not right

Pretend that you can hold a gun

And I’ll pretend that you’re the only one

I’ve ever shot;

you’re in or you’re not

Just show me how to pick your locks

On the street I see you walking ahead

I take a picture of the back of your neck

I won’t do it to myself again

I won’t do it to myself again

Ooooo ooooo ooooo…

I see you’re bent now matching the grave

Well that’s a very grave thing to say

Outta place, outta take

Maybe this is our mistake

So this devil in me is you

This dark love’s a kind of glue

A black mass, a sick stab

Something that I didn’t choose

Ooooo ooooo ooooo…