Peanuts and kiddie Molotov cocktails on а starved stomach on Sunday afternoons
I've got tobacco allergies
And a bloody tongued cat lick tickling the lil' piggy
Peeping out of a size and a half ago shoe
I watch myself in the fish tank mirror in the corner
All the fish died for Friday's fish fry
I'm watching а sunken ship
All the fish died for Friday's fish fry
I'm watching а sunken ship
December embers trickle up
Set roots in soil sky
One Sunday, like а likable bully
December embers trickle up and builds a fire
He pulls to a picnic
December embers trickle up
Set roots in soil sky as January's stars