this is all fears fault
you have some issues, tasting the tears salt
don't let me kiss you, just use the tissues of my chest like a kleenex
swallow your pride, gagging reflex

cutout angels of paper mache
made out from machete blades with scissor hands
chizzling intitials into euclyptus bark
within cryptic hearts eclipsing blue lips kissing in a park
cut sharp as a sizzling knife, right through butters or butterflies
crescent slices a pleasant night scorches
underlying shades silver lining she's so gorgeous
with somber eyeshadowed tear drops of her silhouette
she let the lightning light her cigarette

end up here to stargaze, cuddled on a staircase
we take a shot i won't dare chase
her breath of bourbon, french exhaled into my lungs
it leaves a lingering taste on the tongue

foam saliva drips pure cane sugar
past a footprinted jacket over puddles i took her
tangled in spiderwebs of a cities stoves
howling gust blowing overcast like glowing starlit strobes
such cold blood thirsty impluses seem to freeze us at our knees
can't dance, it's not so sexy when she's sad
as she sobs and she mops it up in cotton swabs
pried out from tissues of my chest used as her kleenex
said it's hard to swallow, gagging reflex


looking up with green eyes of runny mascara
she tells me to be nice, in a nightly black era


Lyrics submitted by KevinCHansen

French Exhale song meanings
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