Hot Liquids Burn Like Fire - We Don't Fit the Same (feat. Dying Seed)

It's falling apart at the seams it seems
And I thought it was stitched together better than that
But you rip your pants when you get too fat
And they never do fit the same

Nothing tastes as good with whiskey on the tongue
A giggle never as good as when the joke was young
You've become my shadow and from this shadow I'll run
And we just don't fit the same

You've spilled your drink on the jigsaw puzzle
The cardboard is swollen, drenched in gin
The edges soften, turn to mulch
And they never do fit again

An economy seat on a transatlantic plane
An attic full of rats who know my full name
With kibble in the bowl, these old tabbies are tame

Written by:
Elliott Marx

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