Chris Bathgate Silly One
All this salt and sting
Gonna set my broom to burn
I sting the womb with a wicked tongue
girl you are a silly one
I left my last love and I took the angel road
I followed it til my fingers bleed
And I followed it to where nothing grows
Car crash
Lost come
Beget
Ghost son
Construct
Culprit
In an
Inno
Sentence
All that's lost is love
In the lesson that I learned
Our silence is the saddest sum
And girl you are a silly one
The heart that's in your hold
Well its absence fills my lungs
And it could crush you into dust my dear
And so far has drowned everyone
Conceit remnants
We left
Photographs
And all that gave breathe
Become parchment
