Comadre Viva Hate Pt. 1
And how bad luck is my favorite game and how I am better
off with stolen smiles, it's ok, you're to blame and I am
on fire next to you. Everytime you open your mouth, my
throat gets dry and everyone goes numb. I am just waiting
to find a face that I can call home, a place to replace
birthdays with new days, where no one gets born and these
are my friends some pockets full of notes with secrets
that could make a bad man worse.