Testo She Crows (Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #4)

Writing sleeper hits for all these weeping dip shits,
turning tricks for cheap kicks where I can.
I turn ‘em with my whole damn body,
I turn ‘em with my whole damn body.

She told her friends she'd got with me,
She lied it drunkenly.
I'm only angry because I wish she had. I wish it with my whole damn body,
I wish it with my whole damn body.

Fifty thousand cotton wool balls, line your whole bedroom floor,
soaked in black tears from your mascara, resembles piles of coal.
And we'll stack them up high and lie by fireside to the morning from the night.
Led on an ex-boyfriend's corpse, I slit from gullet to balls and splayed his face to the floor.

She crows, "you want my happiness, but on your terms"
And I know, you're just a foot up out of the doldrums.

All the finger sucking, singer fucking girls are making me wake up in these cold sweats.
I sweat it from my whole damn body,
I sweat it from my whole damn body.
Swapping drinks tickets for all these indiscreet snippets of how it feels to truly be adored.
I feel it in my whole damn body,
I feel it in my whole damn body.

Blue blood, red carpet burns in the white of your home counties skin.
Daddy's a patriot, enjoyed this summer a lot, but hide your jubilee knees.
Me, half hard, from while I dreamt pressed in the corner of your bed recollecting what we did.
Taxi cab to travel lodge, he drops me off outside the lobby, lowers his wink like guillotine.

She crows, "you want my happiness, but on your terms"
And I know, you're just a foot up out of the doldrums.

Invite in for coffee blends and night ends
We get head like Nescafé gold blend.
Big tip for the pretty girl waiting the IHOP
these blank napkins: unwritten suicide notes.
It's dark inside these eyelids, blacker than the ink, squid.