there is a place in my heart
where the engine runs and the starter stops
and the oil sputters black enough to avoid the cops
there's a place in my mind
where the memories wade
in the pool of the time that I would have strayed
where liquor pours and memories fade
there's a place in my **** where I would have stayed
There's a place in my toes where the empathy grows
and the root ruthlessly anchors me and slows
There's a place in my hands where I hold a knife
where I cut things out of me that **** my life.
I know of a part of me the doesn't show
It's the part of me that men like you will never know.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
there is a place in my heart
where the engine runs and the starter stops
and the oil sputters black enough to avoid the cops
there's a place in my mind
where the memories wade
in the pool of the time that I would have strayed
where liquor pours and memories fade
there's a place in my **** where I would have stayed
There's a place in my toes where the empathy grows
and the root ruthlessly anchors me and slows
There's a place in my hands where I hold a knife
where I cut things out of me that **** my life.
I know of a part of me the doesn't show
It's the part of me that men like you will never know.
