writing songs is nicer when i relax

[ffffffffff]

tied tight beneath your wings
with red and purple strings
is your daddy's coffin

tied right above your waist
are all his final days
still good for nothin'

and you will fall to your knees
but fuck it all, you will find peace

caught in between your teeth
is a tattered christmas wreath
all green forgotten

right back from where it came
the notes all sound the same
these chords are rotten

and you will fall to your knees
but fuck it all, you will find peace