There's a color in my head, it wont leave me alone
As the peacock feathers, she's got no where to go
So I just smoked her down, left a funny taste in my mouth
No longer can I breathe in, I'll have to do without
This lung
And this heart
Is filled
With tar
He said he was your lover, with real debonair
Filled you up with warm words, that weren't really there
His hand was on yours, felt like a shackle
Frozen straight to the heart, he felt so cold
His heart
and his mouth
Were filled
With his own doubt
I swear to god I'm trying
But my lungs can barely move
Trying to breathe you in
But there isn't much space
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
There's a color in my head, it wont leave me alone
As the peacock feathers, she's got no where to go
So I just smoked her down, left a funny taste in my mouth
No longer can I breathe in, I'll have to do without
This lung
And this heart
Is filled
With tar
He said he was your lover, with real debonair
Filled you up with warm words, that weren't really there
His hand was on yours, felt like a shackle
Frozen straight to the heart, he felt so cold
His heart
and his mouth
Were filled
With his own doubt
I swear to god I'm trying
But my lungs can barely move
Trying to breathe you in
But there isn't much space
