| Sicillian Smile |
|---|
| Its come to this |
| And i can’t come up to you |
| Flip the tables |
| And through the windows let the bottles break |
| And the the blood hit the lawn |
| Because im not able to walk the line |
| Between your wherever and your fucking whens |
| (i can smell the sin on you) |
| I’ll spill guts to gnaw and slide so sister sleep tight |
| And since you dont need me you can say i was never here |
