Did you get teeth yet, i wonder
Are you redeemed yet, i wonder
Fine i’ll permit myself to be broken and alone
Love is a labour and i know, i know it wasn’t all for jokes
So many bitter words someone spoke
Not for pain or revenue i’ll come out
Did you cut keys yet for summer
Is addiction a disease yet or will you flounder in stasis
And drown in it, oh bloody hell i’ve got the whole menu
It isn’t busy, i’m alone, love is a labour that i know
I know it wasn’t all for jokes, those were genuine words i spoke
My lungs full of dust and spite and i’ll show you
I’ll show you, i’ll show