takk somuleidis

i can't be so sure

down by the shore

i'm gonna go straighten out my blood

i was having a smoke out in the snow

you can never trust the folks you know

you were in the bath talking about your sister

as i hung out on the banister

why would i steal what you'd still own

my mind is sealed

my lips are blown

an invitation to your unveiling

with a green munch behind the railing

it's not your fault

you're not to blame

enthusiasm always wanes

now i'm staring at your shirtsleeves

and they're looking like parentheses