Bridle

I get so cold and sick
Quench the thirst, pull it tighter
Flag sends me home, points me left
White chord wrapped around my waist
Wrapped around my waist
White chord
Why should I stay, i'd be crazy not to go,
Walk right in
Drops of you steer away
I hit the bottom, I hit the ball like pellets

Mmm.

throw your bones into the fire
for the sound they make
pry them shut with charcoal love
rub it on your face
it runs out through the way you breath
the apple of your eye
forgive it then, if man-made shit
clouds your cloth with taste
I see the red it blends to pink
its simple, it must do
but for an end, unharmed pretense
in dire need to say
"too far"