Lyrics

i was grinding my teeth til the sun came up

and i drank your blood from a solo cup

peel the skin off my fingers like you did me off your life

and the salt from dead skin, it can't melt your ice

or change your mind, or make you mine

i cant teach you to see when your not blind.

or learn you to love when your all loved out.

or make sense of the words coming from your mouth.



i've got 21 grams the second you leave,

in a hospital bed with tricks up my sleeve.

yeah my heart up there's playing tricks on me

in black and white for me to read.

no slight of hand no tongue and cheek,

its well pronounced and profound to me.

yeah my heart up there its skippin beats.

i'm gonna hide it in my head im gonna paint it green.

you've made your bed of silk sheets, but they'll all turn to stone.

and it may be a while but youre gonna end up alone.



i'm a panic attack so call me back

with a lengthy list of things that i lack.

i could boil myself i could fit to please

i wont call you those names i wont squeeze your knees

and i can still do me cause i'm just that

and we can get a place with a dog and a cat

and you can make all the money and ill make you laugh

and on sunday morning's follow you like a map.



you've made your bed of silk sheets but they'll all turn to stone.

it may be a while, but you're gonna end up alone.



life is what you make of it and so i made it this:

the tip of the tongue, the teeth, and the lips.