HER SMALL MOUTH

Ya beast ay just keep your mouth shut, see, I did. Your clean face won't keep the angels off your back. Invincible till the end ya don't like it. F N' C's there's no invitation to come back... come back. A TV plays dead in the corner or so I wish. When you feel safe wait for the angels to come back. Spit and curse you just if it hurts you when I kiss. And there'll be no invitation to come back... come back... see. From her small mouth, her small mouth these words pour out, Whispers and shouts from her small mouth, these words pour out, Dear friends and enemies. Did she say just keep your mouth shut, see, I did. Does a clean slate still keep the angels off my back? And oh god, this isn't science, no no this isn't space. So far she's still grounded, so far she's found her way... see.