hot knifer

oh man i already don't have much left in here

lone gram laying by the phone

box my thought to veer

glow red blossom into flame

further in the night

you've been gone way too long

i don't mind

hash and smoky trails are leading into sighs

hot knives

golden lines are fading way your eyes

i've been blowing o's as you don't know my name

and i'll keep burning this way

pop can

flow in pink perfume

drip in sugar sky

oh damn

she's already done

and i'm still asking why

time's been floating by in droves

hiding dark in tides

you've been gone way too long

i don't mind

hash and smoky trails are leading into sighs

hot knives

golden lines are fading way your eyes

i've been blowing o's as you don't know my name

and i'll keep burning this way