Текст песни jawbreaker - Sluttering
jawbreaker - Sluttering слова песни
Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness. Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us. It`s time to leave this place. I`d saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits. I`d saw through your traps to find a better you. A part of you that lasts. I saw through your trap and into my own wrists. Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue: A sight to sore your eyes. I got this dress. I`m hiking it around this waste of laughter. Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping. Congratulations to you both, I hope you`re somewhere happy. If there`s a moral to this story then I wish you`d show me. Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment. Rubber, I`m glue. I`ll write the book on you. It`s sticking to my face. You need a little less than what you take for granted. This is the sip that`s drinking back from you, Blacking out your eyes. You need a little more suppression of you appetites. This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms, It`s neither sweet nor bright. I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess. I call it "sluttering." It means as little as your little test. You are your worst revenge. Your very means, they have no ends. This is a story you won`t tell the kids we`ll never have. If you hear this song a hundred times it still won`t be enough.