Chris Letcher Misheen
Michelle, I'm glad you're well
But did you know your feet are nailed – oh hell –
Into the diving board?
Well, it's better than a ward in a hospital
For punctured limbs, the doctor's in
He scratched his head he's not sure
That the sick should be cured, the sick are just so pure
Is there a conflict of interest?
Oh you poor narcissist
Go copyright the textbook for the modern age
You took the hook right from your gills
That rope of burning light
Now inside your leather cage you're just a human cow
You're not awkward anymore
I can't see one single flaw so
There's not much more to say that kid was lost had gone astray
It's just an oil slick that flawless mediocrity
There's someone else in know who's better than you
Who's the best I know. Those hands!
Like sunlight on my back. Like sunlight in the sack
I mean
Love
It fit like a leather glove mmm
There was a conflict of interest
There were two narcissists
Oh metal hands!
I think they've crushed the lightest one
Could I tell you how I feel?
Don't think I even know just
Just that sometimes this guitar
Feels like a f..cking corpse and
I could have killed you then
But I touched your hair, I touched your face
And sublimate the drive
There'll be no shame and no disgrace
