Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toothpick, artist - Stand Atlantic. Album song Skinny Dipping, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 25.10.2018
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Toothpick |
| I wish our skin would meet |
| A sting I wish would bleed |
| Like toothpicks sliding under fingernails |
| Don’t you need a breath of air? |
| 'Cause you’re biting at my head |
| Like starving great whites feeding in the deep end |
| And I wish I was just as strong as I make myself out to be |
| I’m twisting my words to appear like |
| This doesn’t burn |
| I’m staring at the sun, papercuts are in my eyes |
| Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction |
| With crime like a substance |
| I’m addicted to |
| Diving into the salt tides |
| I took you like a thief |
| A pinch that doesn’t leave |
| It’s like ice cubes grinding at your front teeth |
| And I miss you while you talk |
| It’s a comforting sense of shock |
| Feels like silver caught inside a toaster |
| And I wish I was just as strong as I make myself out to be |
| I’m twisting my words to appear like |
| This doesn’t burn |
| I’m staring at the sun, papercuts are in my eyes |
| (Papercuts are in my eyes) |
| Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction |
| With crime like a substance |
| I’m addicted to |
| Diving into the salt tides |
| (Diving into the salt tides) |
| A fever that I’ll never break |
| 'Cause I keep pushing pills away |
| Just to see my body shake |
| Expensive red wine |
| I hate the taste |
| And how the slightest spill will stain |
| I drink with you anyway |
| 'Cause I know that I’m not as strong as I make myself out to be |
| I’m twisting my words to appear like |
| This doesn’t burn |
| I’m staring at the sun, papercuts are in my eyes |
| (Papercuts are in my eyes) |
| Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction |
| With crime like a substance |
| I’m addicted to |
| Diving into the salt tides |
| (Diving into the salt tides) |
| I’m twisting my words to appear like |
| This doesn’t burn |
| I’m staring at the sun, papercuts are in my eyes |
| (Papercuts are in my eyes) |
| Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction |
| With crime like a substance (Crime like a substance) |
| I’m addicted to |
| Diving into the salt tides |
| (Diving into the salt tides) |
| I wish I was just as strong as I make myself out to be |