Spitfire

It's all fighting

My sides are careening

Boiling past the point

At where she crashes

Heard a tale of lore

Body is a garden

See the wrong after it's gone

All along she's spitting

Here comes the word so understanding

And folding her up

Spitfire

Buring fingers that's branded into here

Pass it off to the cut of glass, frozen flash

She's just asking for what she won't say

Here comes the world so understanding And sucking her

Spitfire