i’m numb again, i’m losing flavor
ain’t nothing like the aftertaste
you’re back again, your habit’s breaking
you keep me close
yeah, i’m your crooked faith
stitch my lips inside your smile
i can be the urge you suffocate
passed out on the kitchen tile
i’ll be the sip you never wanna chase
come and fill me up with smoke and fuzz
heaven on your tongue but it’s a hell of a rush
holy ground
wrap your hands around me are you craving a buzz?
perfect for a second and that’s more than enough
holy ground
it’s 6 am, my lungs are paper
i swallow fire just to lighten up
i know we’re friends but i think it’s safer
if i keep my eye on how our bodies touch
it’s just the way i keep my nerves at bay
it’s just the way i keep my demons well fed
i give them just enough space to play
and they let me keep my head
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