Miles Kurosky - Pink Lips, Black Lungs lyrics

i stole it from your pocket and then i left without a sound. i put it in a locket and then i put it in the ground, because we both know that no evidence can be found. i placed each photo that i collected and prized in the fire i made a little potion and then i capped it with my tooth and if i had a notion that they would offer me a truce, i would trade each forbidden fortune; instead, they'll fit me for a noose they'll string me up by my vows just for that hour next to you. i hear the voices below, a lame, mangy mob a cool constant stutter from pink swollen tongues well they don't know how i feel for these flirts, and these tramps, oh wristcutters, each one of them oh stop, please listen. you know they're not that innocent. oh... no no no no it's not me. i've paid all my debts, and it's such a small fee for some sleep my neck for some sleep...