Laredo

Tear your wings off at the spine and tape them to the back of mine I can fly higher when Im tired My 2 hands are scorched from holding this torch Mind feels like neon all glowing and bent up You look good on my back like a shark fin Rectify desensitized Tis the season to drink poison Tralala was a badhead girl Your minds gone greasy it slides right off me And all the jaded stars spit black cigars No truce for you A spec of something that I knew Yes I read what you did and I see what you did