Songs I Write | VIII

Wolf In Wool

Pretend as you may
Your word is great
You never dug my grave
And covered it with sticks and mud and hay
You're sorry for the pain
You'll make amends today
You're gonna brave
Our souls and sins from the mess we're in, hey, we're saved

I noticed your hardcore exterior
The broken clock upon the sill
Ferocious, oh, wolf in woollen blanket
The inferior poet in me rests here still

Be it foolish of my dreamer self
I trusted the wind, it blew me through hell
I forgive the fool in me that must've fell
And believed the lies that you would tell
Be it foolish of my dreamer self
I trusted the wind, it blew me through hell
I forgive the fool in me that must've fell
And believed the lies then

I noticed your hardcore exterior
The broken clock upon the sill
Ferocious, oh, wolf in woollen blanket
The inferior poet in me rests here still

You act like you did nothing to me
But I read your texts to Issy
You forget to check if I'm asleep
Before betraying who you should keep your words to

I noticed your hard, cold exterior
The frozen shock upon the kill
Atrocious, oh, wolf in woollen blanket
The inferior poet in me rests here still

You act like you did nothing to me
But I read your texts to Issy