6gig Bagmask Lyrics

Bagmask 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 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.
I look forward to hearing from you.