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Three dead birds at the foot of a tree
The omen's come to me.
"Hand me that vodka you toothless wonder."
Lay slow still, lift your palms to hold the thunder.
Texas hold 'em as a personal reflection
Read up on their glassy eyes.
Twist your neck, hiding inflection.
Wreath my brow in compromise.
Valiant covers are pressed at our heels.
Flashbacks to Grimm tales and movie reels.
Fingerprints on the ribcage from hibernating.
Russian roulette consummating.
Tugging at my skirts.
Mumbling in the streets.
It's in the teeth of the smirks.
Vibrant in the morning heat.
I know,
I know,
I know.
Three dead birds at the foot of a tree
The omen's come to me.
"Hand me that vodka you toothless wonder."
Lay slow still, lift your palms to hold the thunder.
Texas hold 'em as a personal reflection
Read up on their glassy eyes.
Twist your neck, hiding inflection.
Wreath my brow in compromise.
Valiant covers are pressed at our heels.
Flashbacks to Grimm tales and movie reels.
Fingerprints on the ribcage from hibernating.
Russian roulette consummating.
Tugging at my skirts.
Mumbling in the streets.
It's in the teeth of the smirks.
Vibrant in the morning heat.
I know,
I know,
I know.