The Horse's Mouthy Mouth Songtext
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The Horse's Mouthy Mouth Songtext
Time moves through a crowded room
Waking sleepy parts
Generally fucking shit up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Husky moments spent with one ear to a can
And then a string then another can
We whisper things translated through the fibers of our skin
Husky moments spent with one ear to a can
And then a string then another can
We whisper things translated through the fibers of our skin
Skin, it sheds with urgent pulling
Pressured by our moving, moving
Traces of our little lives left in little piles
In tiny little aisles
Make room for me, I′m expanding
School never taught me
To put it in the mouth
What it oughta taught me
The horse's mouthy mouth
The sugar-crazed frenzies
Of when we were spat out
And in salty tears
I′ve been writing a book about hurt and despair
And it's suddenly clear to me
That you're the protagonist
I try to let the words emerge
They swiftly turn into curvatures of your back
And hairs on your chin
And then I roll the bruise upon your cheek
′Cause you have wounded me in other ways
More clever ways, ways that I retaliate
Don′t blame me for the shiner
On your left eyelid
School never taught me
To put it in the mouth
What it oughta taught me
The horse's mouthy mouth
The sugar-crazed frenzies
Of when we were spat out
And in salty tears
After the party, he′s combing his part
And he's whistling a song about some other tart
But he′s whistling it about you
His heart's not all there and his brain needs a surgeon
He′s still not opposed to their weekly perversion
'Cause nobody eats for free
Waking sleepy parts
Generally fucking shit up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Husky moments spent with one ear to a can
And then a string then another can
We whisper things translated through the fibers of our skin
Husky moments spent with one ear to a can
And then a string then another can
We whisper things translated through the fibers of our skin
Skin, it sheds with urgent pulling
Pressured by our moving, moving
Traces of our little lives left in little piles
In tiny little aisles
Make room for me, I′m expanding
School never taught me
To put it in the mouth
What it oughta taught me
The horse's mouthy mouth
The sugar-crazed frenzies
Of when we were spat out
And in salty tears
I′ve been writing a book about hurt and despair
And it's suddenly clear to me
That you're the protagonist
I try to let the words emerge
They swiftly turn into curvatures of your back
And hairs on your chin
And then I roll the bruise upon your cheek
′Cause you have wounded me in other ways
More clever ways, ways that I retaliate
Don′t blame me for the shiner
On your left eyelid
School never taught me
To put it in the mouth
What it oughta taught me
The horse's mouthy mouth
The sugar-crazed frenzies
Of when we were spat out
And in salty tears
After the party, he′s combing his part
And he's whistling a song about some other tart
But he′s whistling it about you
His heart's not all there and his brain needs a surgeon
He′s still not opposed to their weekly perversion
'Cause nobody eats for free
Writer(s): Caila Thompson-hannant, Rory Seydel, Nathan Gage, Jonathan Crellin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

