Spitting Games (Demo)

I broke into your house last night

And left a note at your bedside

I'm far too shy to speak to you at school

You leave me numb, and I'm not sure why

I find it easier to sit and stare

Than push my limbs out towards you right there

My heart is bursting in your tiny eyes

As blue as oceans and as pure as skies

I struggle for the words and then give up

My head's up with the birds on the t-hut

A little piece of grace that I know better

Than the tight disgrace of all my letters

You broke my heart, and I will never know

How could you taste it in my quiet mouth?

I turned your stomach, but I never tried

To hurt you, darling, please just let me try

I struggle for the words and then give up

My head's up with the birds on the t-hut

A little piece of grace that I know better

Than the tight disgrace of all my letters