Poetiquette

Duration

4:55

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

Seemingly, there seems to be something tearing at the seams in me. It's tailor-made, a love portrayed "Amore En Los Ocho Uno Tres" Your dreams are dressed in orange and green, sitting pretty on the highest of seven hills. I won't wait forever but I'll be as patient as Heaven will. (one more time) I tried to be poetic I tried to warm the cold I sharpened all my manners with the cutlery I stole. Locked my heart, swallowed the key God, I think she loves me. Locked my heart, swallowed the key God, I think she thinks I think I know. Seemingly, there seems to be something eating at the brains in me. Our everything's were once interlaced now, she screams for one more taste. Oh, you're grown, thoroughly homegrown in your precious stone thrown in the eight-five-0 Sticks and stones may break our bones but these verses ride deep in pitch black hearses. (one more time) I tried to be poetic I tried to warm the cold I sharpened all my manners with the cutlery I stole. Locked my heart, swallowed the key God, I think she loves me. Locked my heart, swallowed the key God, I think she thinks I think I know. (our eyes were watching God when we were supposed to be panicking like everybody else) I tried to be poetic I tried to warm the cold I sharpened all my manners with the cutlery I stole. You should know you're ghost still haunts me and she's the finest ghost in town Too damaged to call and ask if you could bring your reign around because I'm on fire.