from by Bad Bad Hats



Your heart, they say, is the size of your fist
But you keep on swinging til the feeling hits
Tell me your hands will make noise when I fall
Your kiss is cannonball
Yeah, it goes boom

Boy, I know you’re taken, oh my love’s forsaken, you can make a fool of me
I know what you’re thinking, oh her love was sinking, when you sunk your teeth in me
I know not to do what I’m about to do, but baby you ain’t through me
I’m Cruella

The end of love was a slap on the wrist
And it’s the burn, burn, burn that I think I miss
Tell me I’m wrong, tie a string to my sweet tooth
I’ll take the night, instead of the truth

Am I wishbone, cut off from my better half, better off alone
Am I a dial-tone, ringing like a bell, sinking like a stone


from Psychic Reader, released July 17, 2015



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