The Trouble - Birdeatsbaby

Honey, Sugar, Lover, Ever

Baby this one is for you

Alcoholic, (so) catastrophic

You gave me something to do

You tie me up in a ball in a cup in a black Cadillac in the box of a Jack in a

moment of truth in a mistaken youth I am tragically yours in a page in a book

Sweetheart, (my) darling, slightly charming

Wrap me in nettles and thorns

Precious letters, maybe it’s better

If you had never been born

You come inside like a victory bride but you’re all dressed in crimson and

blacked out your eyes and so exaggerated so much that you rip at the seams and

I tear out the dice on your lips

Headache, staring

Toothache tearing

Earthquake, bearing

How am I meant to believe?

…in someone quite like you

I know once you loved me too

The price you pay is critical

Why did I stay?

It’s pitiful

Incoherence, (my) disappearance

Where did my dignity go?

Daytime nightmares, get your fair share?

No, well I didn’t think so

You slip away into slumber I lay and I crumble and pay for the price on your

head and I hate to admit that your conscience is clear when you know what you

did and you won’t shed a tear

Shaking, Burning, in-the-grave turning

Burden your demons on me

Seething, writhing, raging, caving

See how I split into three

Ivory runs as the night overcomes and I’m left with the cold and the dark and

the numbness so unsympathetic I said no I meant it I pointlessly argue my case

as defendant

Headache, staring

Toothache tearing

Earthquake, bearing

How could you go make me bleed?

…on someone quite like you

I know once you loved me too

But the price you pay is critical

Why did I stay?

It’s goddamn fucking pitiful