Lúci - Eat My Words

I wanna eat my words just to spit them out
and you taste like dirt, but I can't spit you out
I wanna hold you
I wanna open up
I wanna fold into eight pieces
A heart to heart, I look so frail
I'll make your favorite things without fail
I'll make your favorite things
I'll make your favorite
Don't put your faith in me
Don't put your faith in me
I wait behind bated breath
I hope you don't mind my coffee breath
In the backseat, I felt your breath
I know I said "I'd leave"
But it always seems
There's a t hanging over my shoulder, always watching me
and I fear I'm getting older
I fear I'm getting older
You wanna steal my nose, you think that life's a joke
I think I love you, baby, but I don't want to
Baby, I steal your clothes
I think that life's a joke
I think I love you, baby, but thinking's not enough

Written by:
Lillian Sugrue

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