Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
I don't drink to get drunk as much as I drink
To get closer to god
With every sip of wine
As the blood of christ
The ghost of myself
Over and over
And over
Watermelon, mint, patchouli, nicotina and sangria in the wintertime
Spiced with desire and clove
Then muddled with berries and English bitters
No reception from the mind to the body
And the satellites that dance in space
The smell of pine needles and the psalm of songs
Led me to missing the Sunday nights
In which my mother would comb my hair
With my back to the couch and her head on the crown of my head
Shed and tug and tug
O god be with me!
Your blood inside me
Taking refuge
I just needed to believe then maybe I'd be healed
But heaven only knows
How badly
I just wanted to be drunk
I just want to be drunk
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
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Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
I don't drink to get drunk as much as I drink
To get closer to god
With every sip of wine
As the blood of christ
The ghost of myself
Over and over
And over
Watermelon, mint, patchouli, nicotina and sangria in the wintertime
Spiced with desire and clove
Then muddled with berries and English bitters
No reception from the mind to the body
And the satellites that dance in space
The smell of pine needles and the psalm of songs
Led me to missing the Sunday nights
In which my mother would comb my hair
With my back to the couch and her head on the crown of my head
Shed and tug and tug
O god be with me!
Your blood inside me
Taking refuge
I just needed to believe then maybe I'd be healed
But heaven only knows
How badly
I just wanted to be drunk
I just want to be drunk
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
I don't drink to get drunk as much as I drink
To get closer to god
With every sip of wine
As the blood of christ
The ghost of myself
Over and over
And over
Watermelon, mint, patchouli, nicotina and sangria in the wintertime
Spiced with desire and clove
Then muddled with berries and English bitters
No reception from the mind to the body
And the satellites that dance in space
The smell of pine needles and the psalm of songs
Led me to missing the Sunday nights
In which my mother would comb my hair
With my back to the couch and her head on the crown of my head
Shed and tug and tug
O god be with me!
Your blood inside me
Taking refuge
I just needed to believe then maybe I'd be healed
But heaven only knows
How badly
I just wanted to be drunk
I just want to be drunk
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Heart locket
Spit down the drain
Writer: Gabrielle Alexander
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid