I come alone | |
Watch you come alone | |
Much better on our own | |
Right here sucking on our bones | |
You faked your time | |
But baby I did mine | |
So you stayed behind and watched me cross the line | |
Corrupt your body, baby | |
The dead body of Christ | |
You’re second last to nowhere | |
But I guess that’s alright | |
You track the days that tracked your veins | |
In u-turn — your tires burn | |
Of many shapes, in many places | |
It’s leaving marks, it’s leaving traces |
I come alone | |
Watch you come alone | |
Much better on our own | |
Right here sucking on our bones | |
You faked your time | |
But baby I did mine | |
So you stayed behind and watched me cross the line | |
Corrupt your body, baby | |
The dead body of Christ | |
You' re second last to nowhere | |
But I guess that' s alright | |
You track the days that tracked your veins | |
In uturn your tires burn | |
Of many shapes, in many places | |
It' s leaving marks, it' s leaving traces |
I come alone | |
Watch you come alone | |
Much better on our own | |
Right here sucking on our bones | |
You faked your time | |
But baby I did mine | |
So you stayed behind and watched me cross the line | |
Corrupt your body, baby | |
The dead body of Christ | |
You' re second last to nowhere | |
But I guess that' s alright | |
You track the days that tracked your veins | |
In uturn your tires burn | |
Of many shapes, in many places | |
It' s leaving marks, it' s leaving traces |