Joy Atkinson - Seven of cups

*doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo*

I eat the silence like it's gum in my mouth
Between teeth that sit and wait until the bottoms fall out
This superglue is going nowhere soon

Urgency, it never lets it be
Without first a swift kiss and fucking kick to the knee
Oh Jesus, what the hell do you do that for?

*doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo*

Sit back. Wipe the blood off my mouth
I am veins. Make stains I don't know how to get out
Exhale and say, "Well thank god it's not me."

On a highway, wheels screech the pavement
Ask the pressing question, "Do you know what to do?"
And the radio reply, "No, we don't know."

Jesus, what if it's just me?
And really no one elsе can see this
Pressing sense of saliеncy
That always seems to alert me?

I set a table just for one
I'm feeling like a loaded gun
I fire when the thread is gone
Reverberates inside my lungs

*doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo*

Put a kettle on and spout away
Enunciate; try your best to relate
The colors that blurred all throughout the days

Kick back, lie your head in the grass
Feel a laugh bubble up and now it's trying to get out
What choice is there other than feeling true?

Stick two fingers up to yesterday
Quit holding in that slut and sting away

Remind yourself this too shall pass
And if not, well then, life, it can kiss my ass
It's been a while since I've heard that name
And they say that growth, well it comes with pain

I'm holding out to see a peek of the sun
And I think I've had enough of the latter for one
Will you pull the chord or two to help me go
And, if not, then could I maybe pawn my soul?