Kiss With Busted Lips

by Cheyenne Medders

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released October 10, 2007


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Track Name: Hit me in the face, alright?
OK alright I lit some fire last night
I didn't break my vow those threads still hold tight
They're a thousand years old spun from solid gold
If they break and they might
Hit me in the face, alright?
Still drunk still wrong
Still hammered by that red blood man
With a telephone hand in my skin

He broke all my bones
October's not too cold
I'll bury him he's old
If he returns and he might
Hit me in the face, alright?
I'm sorry I lack a linear thesis
I know you're fallin' to Clinear pieces
And I kissed your soul

Wish I may wish I might I'll never undo that night
Track Name: Rubick's Cube
It was my first time so I rushed right in
'Cause they say that fear accompanies sin
And she was a flood and she had her say
And she found my blood the old fashioned way
Well she came in craves and she came in waves
With a curled up laugh she would not behave
But I felt at home falling in the shade
Of the liquid hills that the Lord has made oh
The Pacific's cold and she'll tackle you
With blood on your lip and you just see blue
Let it overwhelm it's a natural thing
It's a brand new life or a summer fling
I got my wax on board and my feet on wax
I feel that swell and I just relax
I fly on down down the length of the tube
She's a pair of hands I'm a rubik's cube
Track Name: Guilty as Everything
You grew up in the fertile crescent what difference does it make?
They won't get outta bed until they've
And the the dead don't die they just fly
I'm lookin' at an hourglass waitin' on my turn
You're so ashamed of your past afraid you're gonna burn
Together hang our heads and cry
Forever in our eyes
It's not so pointless if you realize
The difference in making sense and opening
Your real guilty as everything eyes
Baby can't believe you're here
But I will dry your tears
There is none to fear
We helped each other find the light stumbled in the dark
She is a woman I'm a man we fed ourselves to sharks
In the water of my mind
She said you sleep inside a prison cell

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