Salt

Warm my lungs Feels better when We keep it up You’re toxic but I like the way you (scat singing) Mm, If you could be honest Then it would break what we could see Mm, Better to salt my wounds And lay on top of me Dream of love And see what happens when we pile emotions inside a gold box Search for me I’m in the air you’re breathing in At war with yourself now, yeah Big man walkin’ real fast Hop over gaps You are afraid of the obvious facts Which you seem to lack Wish that weren’t autonomous Playing the lottery Begging for some kind of cash I think you’re betting humanity Had to be pandering Sitting on the devil’s lap Mm, If you could be honest Then it would break what we could see Mm, Better to salt my wounds And lay on top of me Dream of love And see what happens when we pile emotions inside a gold box