Laine Halle - Twine Lyrics

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