Twine

My washer doesn't work, I'm left with wrinkly clothes I broke my hands out on the drive while drinking the glass dry The sun is low, the sky is hot I think I'll shoot my shot I sew my mouth with twine, I have to feel it She kisses the stitches, I want to need it I place my hope in the eye, I try to break it I do the deed in phases Glass spills across the asphalt, wet stings through the cuts I stand there in the dying sun and load up my gun Skin in flames from bloated fists How much bone is in a wrist? I sew my mouth with twine, I have to feel it She kisses the stitches I want to need it I break my heart with cages, I have to mean it I exile to the pages Exorcism at it's finest, except I'm the devil There's a hitman at my window and I make sure I can't move The time has come to try my best To be a good girl I sew my mouth with twine, I have to feel it She kisses the stitches, I want to need it I break my heart with cages, I try to mean it I exile to the pages