ist - King Martha - Released 2005
Fag Break
She spoke with words of dubious vintage
Lifted from the pages of glossy magazines
I tried to take the news with grace, I
Spat past sins in her face and
Drank myself obscene
Cause I'm not ready
To feel this deadly
She left me unsteady on my feet
Found myself here in this strange land
Still home is where your glass stands
When you're crumbling by stealth
You watched me trembling in silence
Approached prepared for violence
And offered up yourself
But I'm not ready
To feel this deadly
You left me unsteady on my feet
And now in the bright lights,
And glittering soundscape
You offer your soul up to me
Like the fruit of the grape
Your words, in my head like molasses
As your strong hand tenderly stems
Tears of acid
Kindness in Armani and Old Spice
You know I'll have to think twice
Before I cross that line
You say "Hell, you're already on a bender"
I laugh till I surrender
And let your mouth find mine
Cause I'm not ready
To feel this deadly
You left me unsteady on my feet
(c) 2005 ist
Lyrics: Hall Music: Hall/Haynes/McCourt
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