Sweet Weapons - Sour текст песни

A night out
breeding insults and injuries
but the spawn is so
nauseating

Scraping pink porcelain
my dinner plates sing
a mellow tune to
the beat of something

Not fond of
such sour nights at home
A haunted head
and a bed you bought
are here keeping me warm

A night out
drinking to leave the cold
at home
but the brew is so...

I’m digging
rusty spade and shovel
to fill a lined pine box
to the brim
with you.