Spitting Teeth - Kendra Morris

If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind

Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side

If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were

mine

Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open

If I go go go and you say say say did you know what was yesterday

And I liked to the car and in the drivers seat oh I broke the law repeat repeat

Sped to the curb where I hit the gas did a three sixty and then I made a pass

For another line that split my vision too wound up off the road chasing after

you

If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind

Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side

If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were

mine

Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open

So I tried to find another street slowed down to a halt behind me beep beep beep

Sunk behind the wheel no one could see I’m a spy the one that punished me

As I jotted down the color of dark hair by the bay window my lover turned to

stare

My chest skips a beat I’m on a losing streak I hang myself to dry and then I

claim defeat

If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind

Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side

If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were

mine

Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open

Running in circles hitting a brick wall you got me stumbling I’m bumbling I

still call

Isn’t it just us to look for the keyhole that leads to the gutter I stammer I

sutter

Imagine me like this elegant hot mess finally disasterously finding the last

press on

Nailed to the cross my emotions are used funny how when you’re broke all debts

are due

If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind

Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side

If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were

mine

Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open