Toothache

oh my interest

oh my loveless curiosityoh my toothache

oh my basement

what they mean to meall signs said that i'd been busted

my circle was tired and rusted

i was hoping for at least an argument

my sentimental hand has

fought with my chains

and got right to the heart of it

maybe this was meant for me

i ate the silver lining off

i didn't always need youboth times i was overwhelmed

both hands made room for me

the new spirit of place not body

was my anniversaryso i'll blink slowly so i don't noticei fought with your handprints

and got right to the heart of it

maybe this was meant for me

i cut the silver lining off

i didn't always love youi drink tears and i get right to the heart of it

maybe this was meant for me

i ripped the silver lining off

i didn't always...i split quick and that was only two days

a small drink to make sense of the thruway

my tomorrow is rarely a new day

i run it off