Milk and Mice Pocketknife - Twelve Tribes

Did you imagine it would end this way?

Applaud me this time

I’ve done it a shot of you has never sold so cheap

Tragedy has never gone for less

A promise fits so warm and here

I’ve spent a lonely night

While attraction’s playing my song:

These sour wings will dirty our flight

I said to myself, it’s only moving on the inside

It’s only beginning to show

Your delicate, I’m your distraction

Did you ever imagine it would end?

Pull the trigger, don’t give up on me

I won’t leave here walking sideways

A shot of you has never sold so cheap

Tragedy has never gone for less

Show me your face, I’m sorry you hurt

Just lower the death you dream of

I’ll keep you sick on my drug

The first time we held hands

Didn’t it smell?

And when I first gave you flowers

Didn’t they bleed?

Did we sing that day?

Dance?

I remember I could smell the stems

Things just seemed to go on and on and on