Sluttering (May 4th)

Lyrics for Sluttering (May 4th)

Flattered that you Think I warrant ugliness Gutters drain west Mud made a mess of us It's time to leave this place I'd saw through your wrist To find a better trap that fits I'd saw through your traps To find a better you A part of you that lasts I saw through your trap And into my own wrists Saw we were through Red ribbons spill to blue A sight to sore your eyes I got this dress I'm hiking it around This waste of laughter Slow dance alone With no one To the sound of four hands clapping Congratulations to you both I hope somewhere you're happy If there's a moral to this story Then I wish you'd show me Hair in the blood Fly in the disappointment Rubber, I'm glue I'll write the book on you It's sticking to my face You need a little less Than what you take for granted This is the sip that's drinking Back from you Blacking out your eyes You need a little more Suppression of your appetites This is your honeymoon In separate rooms It's neither sweet nor bright I made a word to give This state a name This game a guess I call it "sluttering" It means as little As your little test You are your worst revenge Your very means They have no ends This is a story You won't tell the kids We'll never have If you hear this song A hundred times Still won't be enough