Pine

I, I picked this pine, stuck in my side

I've made my head and there

I'll hide my mouth a grin

My muscle taut, my mind is clear

Devoid of thoughtMy, my mouth is red

The lies are real

And perfect as the love I steal

You picked this pine stuck in you arm

And then you just ran out of charmI, I picked this pine, stuck in my side

I've made my head and there

I'll hide my mouth a grin

My muscle taut, my mind is clear

Devoid of thoughtNow all the time I hear you say

I wasn't meant to be this way

My noose is tied, the slack is cut

I picked my pine, my stink is mineI wasn't meant to be this way

My stink is mine

I wasn't meant to be this way

My stink is mine