Tear your wings off at the spine and tape them to the back of mineI can fly higher when I’m tiredMy 2 hands are scorched from holding this torchMind feels like neon all glowing and bent upYou look good on my back like a shark finRectify desensitized’Tis the season to drink poisonTralala was a badhead girlYour mind’s gone greasy it slides right off meAnd all the jaded stars spit black cigarsNo truce for youA spec of something that I knew