Laura Savage - Private Joy Lyrics

My paranoia paradigm
Has shaken up our private joy
I fast and pray but whittled down
You only see my ribs
Not how my lips devout keep begging god
Who got me stained to get me not
The siren's somewhere else today
I hear it down the street
I can't be mad, right
I can't be mad

I spend my coins on
Tickets to your fever dreams
As if they're something prehistoric
Growing green
A supplement that I should scheme to steal
Until the antidote to gray
Becomes another pill to choke
I fast and pray
I lose the weight
But also sight of your terrain, right
That's how this plays, right

So one last time
I'll scrounge for something sucher-like
To stitch together words I find
Without my tongue are
Hard to spit and land on tone
I'm trying to storm your fire zone
To hood you with this knitted cloak
I know the water that it holds
Will stir the thought of thirst
I haven't quenched, right
That's how this ends, right

After god came but before he
Got red in the face at us for
Always f*cking up like kids who
Never got our names on straight
With greenest knees from stealing bases
Isn't that some kind of
Holiness

My paranoia paradigm
Has shaken up our private joy
I fast and pray but whittled down
You only see my ribs
Not how my lips devout keep begging god
Who got me stained to get me not