Hayla Weisz

our bed is sleepless
the fridge is too hot
you're standing on your head
playing something you're not
the air is filled with ruddy kisses of past
and still I say you've done nothing to make it last

the iron's forging a temptation to burn your hand
in anycase there's nothing I'd rather do with it
the hurt is so strong just color me blue
you can almost touch it she was a tiny ache but look how she grew

If I am never home, you sing the wrong song

Never a thought of it
what mess you've made of it
sleep on the lawn tonight
don't let the grass bugs bite,
on your...

Your closest's filled with bones
you use your bones, to make more bones
I want to blame but Dr. Phil claims it's both our fault
an angree morning makes a passionate night
we killed communication and we mourn with fights

Never a thought of it
what mess you've made of it
sleep on the lawn tonight
don't let the grass bugs bite,v on your...
Never admit of it
what mess I've made of it
sleeping alone tonight
never again you'll bite
on my nose