I think I could show you the folds between my heart's atriums
I could tell you the things that make me evil
Let me run down the hallway of the crematorium
I'll sit you down tell you all the things that make me evil
I'll let you hear the melodies that scrape the bottom of my gut
Let you taste the metal from the wounds I make of my pleasure
Can you let me know when it gets to be too much?
I won't mind, I promise
Do you wanna get high?
I could spend my evening wishing I could fly
I'm sitting here rotting
How else would we fill a Thursday night?
I could cartwheel in a stairwell, I could call you from a free fall, the grasshopper and bluebird are equal
I'll love you til I lose you and
Tell you again all the things that make me evil
I'll let you hear the melodies that scrape the bottom of my gut
Let you taste the metal from the wounds I make of my pleasure
Can you let me know when it gets to be too much?
I won't mind, I promise
I won't mind, I promise
Roxie Dobrer - The Grasshopper and Bluebird Lyrics
Roxie Dobrer - The Grasshopper and Bluebird Lyrics
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I think I could show you the folds between my heart's atriums
I could tell you the things that make me evil
Let me run down the hallway of the crematorium
I'll sit you down tell you all the things that make me evil
I'll let you hear the melodies that scrape the bottom of my gut
Let you taste the metal from the wounds I make of my pleasure
Can you let me know when it gets to be too much?
I won't mind, I promise
Do you wanna get high?
I could spend my evening wishing I could fly
I'm sitting here rotting
How else would we fill a Thursday night?
I could cartwheel in a stairwell, I could call you from a free fall, the grasshopper and bluebird are equal
I'll love you til I lose you and
Tell you again all the things that make me evil
I'll let you hear the melodies that scrape the bottom of my gut
Let you taste the metal from the wounds I make of my pleasure
Can you let me know when it gets to be too much?
I won't mind, I promise
I won't mind, I promise
I could tell you the things that make me evil
Let me run down the hallway of the crematorium
I'll sit you down tell you all the things that make me evil
I'll let you hear the melodies that scrape the bottom of my gut
Let you taste the metal from the wounds I make of my pleasure
Can you let me know when it gets to be too much?
I won't mind, I promise
Do you wanna get high?
I could spend my evening wishing I could fly
I'm sitting here rotting
How else would we fill a Thursday night?
I could cartwheel in a stairwell, I could call you from a free fall, the grasshopper and bluebird are equal
I'll love you til I lose you and
Tell you again all the things that make me evil
I'll let you hear the melodies that scrape the bottom of my gut
Let you taste the metal from the wounds I make of my pleasure
Can you let me know when it gets to be too much?
I won't mind, I promise
I won't mind, I promise
Writer: Roxie Dobrer
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