spit – teenage wrist lyrics

well, here we are, adrift again
i can taste the spit in the oxygen
the pilot’s song forgotten that he ought

to fear the awful, trembling hand of god

and i hope that this plane goes down
so i can see who comes to mind
so i can see who comes to mind

well, i can crack a smile and i’m alright
i’m just so tired of feeling tired
the c-ckroach floating dead in a c-cktail
sedated in a cherry underworld
thoughts are leaking out a dry and gaping mouth

and i hope that this plane goes down
so i can see who comes to mind
so i can see who comes to mind

and i hope that this plane goes down
so i can see you one last time
so i can see you one last time

and dream away
and dream away
and dream away
and dream away

# teenage wrist

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