We’re stuck on arms like track marks
Hooded under the hum of lampposts
You’re turning heads like a latch
That stir boys like me from their sleep
“On, on tiptoes peeking in on, on the high life
‘Till the blinds pull in, Ill be fine”
Check, check-check, check..
The madness came with a mic stand
So gracefull, So gutless
So gracefull, So gutless
Seems everybody’s got a dance to this beat
Uhuh and tongues are drumming on the necks of..
Little baby, can you keep your composure?
Uhuh, I think I lost it on the lips of..
“I just need to start over”
said like a sinner in shallow water
Seen pretty birds pick at the bones of bees singing; “dance with me”
Tuck me in before the charm wears off
To bed with whoever just to get lost
I wanna be nothing more than something
So gracefull, So gutless
So gracefull, So gutless
Seems everybody’s got a dance to this beat
Uhuh and tongues are drumming on the necks of..
Little baby, can you keep your composure?
Uhuh, I think I lost it on the lips of..


Lyrics submitted by ShaunDivineyIsAWhore

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