6gig - Bagmask lyrics

Chord spine the way of a splinter<br>Masked bags with mixed days that didn't<br>Rhyme to me or speak to me rhyme to me or speak to me<br>Tan lines that burn in the winter<br>Mixed up with masks that didn't<br>Rhyme to me or speak to me.<br>I cried my quarters to sleep I didn't leave them<br>One on one with the woman in a magazine<br>Looking at fast drying paint cans<br>Looking at fast drying paint cans.<br>Chord spine the way of a splinter<br>Mask bags with mixed days that didn't<br>Rhyme to me or speak to me<br>Stuffed chokes the day in my heartbox<br>Early mourning heatlamp that couldn't<br>Rhyme to me speak to me.<br>I cried my quarters to sleep<br>I didn't leave them<br>One on one with the woman in a magazine<br>Looking at fast drying paint cans<br>Looking at fast drying paint cans.<br>I look forward to hearing from you.