Bag Mask lyrics

Chord spine the way of a splinter,
masked bags with mixed days that didn`t
rhyme to me or speak to me,
rhyme to me or speak to me.
Tan lines that burn in the winter,
mixed up with masks that didn`t
rhyme to me or speak to me.
I cried my quarters to sleep,
I didn`t leave them
one on one
with the woman in a magazine,
looking at fast drying paint cans,
looking at fast drying paint cans.
Chord spine the way of a splinter,
mask bags with mixed days that didn`t
rhyme to me or speak to me.
Stuffed chokes the day in my heartbox,
early mourning heatlamp that couldn`t
rhyme to me or speak to me.
I cried my quarters to sleep,
I didn`t leave them
one on one
with the woman in a magazine
looking at fast drying pant cans,
looking at fast drying pant cans.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you, I`m hearing from you,
I`m hearing from you, I`m hearing from you.
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