This coffee’s burnt my tongue
And now I can’t use my mouth
The toast feels like sandpaper
But the butter’s slowly melting
Give me back my mouth
Give my back my voice
I’ll open it up
Let it go in
And the words come out
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 1:18 AM UTC
This coffee’s burnt my tongue
And now I can’t use my mouth
The toast feels like sandpaper
But the butter’s slowly melting
Give me back my mouth
Give my back my voice
I’ll open it up
Let it go in
And the words come out
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