Him

Round up, holler girl. Ah, I will sing./Title TK, if I don't black out./Dumb made for fucking and missing from the party./That boy spun out./Hold what you've got./While Xenia twists up the sky,/Akron flakes out./Grindcore, little fury,/I feel hot tire./Why is it floating in my beer?/Hold what you've got./My big drum on your big face,/The one-eyed jazz as hickeys fade./Round up, holler girl../We'll all need bigger uniforms./It's been a few days/And I know I will have spun out./Hold what you've got./My big drum on your big face,/The one-eyed jazz as hickeys fade./Grindcore, little fury, if I don't black out./
Hold what you've got.

gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth./only, i don't know how they got out, dear./turn me back into the pet i was when we met./i was happier then with no mind-set./and if you'd a took to me like/a gull takes to the wind./well, I'd a jumped from my tree/and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores/and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well./new slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries./hope it's right when you die, old and bony./dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,/never should have called/but my heads to the wall and i'm lonely./and if you'd 'a took to me like/a gull takes to the wind/well, i'd a jumped from my tree/and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores/and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well./god speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,/and bleed into their buns 'till they melt away./i'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find./without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?/and if you'd' a took to me like/well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores/and the rest of our lives would'a fared well.

A warning sign/I missed the good part then I realised/I started looking and the bubble burst/I started looking for excuses/Come on in/I've got to tell you what a state I'm in/I've got to tell you in my loudest tones/That I started looking for a warning sign/When the truth is/I miss you/Yeah the truth is/That I miss you so./A warning sign/You came back to haunt me and I realised/That you were an island and I passed you by/When you were an island to discover/Come on in/I've got to tell you what a state I'm in/I've got to tell you in my loudest tones/That I started looking for a warning sign/When the truth is/I miss you/Yeah the truth is/That I miss you so/And I'm tired/I should not have let you go/So I crawl back into your open arms/Yes I crawl back into your open arms/And I crawl back into your open arms/Yes I crawl back into your open arms