spill your fucking drink
spill your fucking drink
and pour a new one
we could've made it count
bloodstains on piano keys,
you tell me it's not yours,
but i don't believe you, because
you keep playing the wrong keys, reading the wrong sheets
your shirt is half unbuttoned and
i can't help but stare
picking clover in your yard was
all i wanted, but i got you instead
i'm not sure how to think about that
i'm not sure if it might make you sad
look me right into the eyes and tell me i'm lying
sit on the stairs and play a game
a rocket launches and your hand is cold
your chest is an ocean and i'm here
feeling dizzy breathing you
chalk on blackboard
...scratch that
ink on skin
scratch out your eyes
and pour another one to spill
