Painkiller The Pigeon - Scrawny

I'm blowing it on a perfect night
With flowers in your eyes
Smile them to me, oh blow my mind
There are words in the words
And a tremble in the touch
She's so pretty and I'm pretty lost

Oh! Wine night catastrophe
I'm spinning out of control
The words in my mouth are always the last to know
Somehow this tumble
Is tumbling out of control
I'll show myself out, I should go

And write another little strummy number
When the wine flows like a flood
She's such an autumn sparkplug

Hey, Scrawny, come over
The bottle is getting lower
I gotta try to take it slower
Cause this is getting me nowhere
Hey, Scrawny, get closer
And the closer that you get
I'm the one with owls in his chest

I'm gonna smash out the street lights
There's such a thing as too bright
I think you lost some points tonight

And Scrawny, go faster
There's red wine on the plaster
I'm stumbling in the grass, sure
Or was I tumbling up to ask her?
Hey, Scrawny, get closer
Now I'm spinning out of control
The words in my mouth are always the last to know

Written by:
Devon Bryant

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