heartache

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this is me

A deep dark spirit, with blood on his teeth
A generic little dinner, oral sex with the sea
A lover with disloyalty and salt on his wounds
A bitter drunken jerk off with nowhere to be

Despite all his misgivings and all of the junk
He's a sparrow of fortune within a bubble of funk
He's everywhere he's got gods in his briefcase shellin' out the law, she swears by his actions she's at his beck and call

Bending light to shine on her, he touches the sun
And shows his quality is second to none
The world is a robe she wears
He puts it on for her
She wears it like it's bedtime
And he puts her to sleep

There is a color that smells like her hair I can't name it, it's just on the tip of my tounge
Pull me closer lullaby me into the jukebox of your heart.

And let the nickel slide down, down, down, down, down.
And let the nickel slide down, down, down, down, down.
Cause I'm gonna choose the track please hold on I know it's gonna move ya
Cause I'm gonna choose the track please hold on I know it's gonna move ya
Yeah, I'm gonna pick the song please hold on I know it's gonna soothe ya
Yeah, I'm gonna pick the track please hold on I know it's gonna move ya

I'm inside of a palace, with a queen. She's made of sugar and pasturized cream, I'm a stoned weakened wheel and I can't roll.

Love Junky man run like never before
You're a space age karate fighter without a sword
You're playing electric guitar, without a cord
And you're waiting on planet nine for space mail that never comes, never comes, never comes, never comes.

let the nickel slide down. . .