Lyrics

Hold on, I talk to myself too much. I swear that it numbs my tongue till it makes its way down to my lungs.

I can’t stand lying to you. The snake in our garden for two. We plant things to watch them explode. We talk tough, yet rugged for fun. When I’m done digging you up I’ll call first and let you hang up. This won’t work, I can’t win. There’s smoke in my bad dreams.

There’s smoke in my bad dreams and it’s coming for me.

Hold on, I talk to you too much. You make me do that stuff that hurts you but helps me.