Текст песни Sluttering

Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us.

It's time to leave this place.

I'd saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits.

I'd saw through your traps to find a better you.

A part of you that lasts.

I saw through your trap and into my own wrists.

Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue:

A sight to sore your eyes.

I got this dress.

I'm hiking it around this waste of laughter.

Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping.

Congratulations to you both, I hope you're happy.

If there's a moral to this story then I wish you'd show me.

Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.

Rubber, I'm glue.

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It's sticking to my face.

You need a little less than what you take for granted.

This is the sip that's drinking back from you,

Blacking out your eyes.

You need a little more suppression of you appetites.

This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms,

It's neither sweet nor bright.

I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess.

I call it "sluttering."

It means as little as your little test.

You are your worst revenge.

Your very means, they have no ends.

This is a story you won't tell the kids we'll never have.

If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough.

Jawbreaker Sluttering (May 4th)