Sicillian Smile - Planes Mistaken For Stars

Its come to this

And i can’t come up to you

Flip the tables

And through the windows let the bottles break

And the the blood hit the lawn

Because im not able to walk the line

Between your wherever and your fucking whens

(i can smell the sin on you)

I’ll spill guts to gnaw and slide so sister sleep tight

And since you dont need me you can say i was never here