The tooth collector Lyrics
Artist: Pretty Girls Make Graves
The tooth collector Lyrics
The tooth collector by Pretty Girls Make Graves
I'm dotting “I's� and crossing “t's�
Like a ghost your were the gardener
That snuck in and planted seed
Decay
Your word's acidic taste
I'm unfolding little scr*ps of paper
But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet
No more voices on the radio
No more waiting by the telephone
Arrows aim to crack rib cages
But your venom's weak in my blood
Your poison scabs, coagulated
Your hardest try is never enough
Decay
Your word's acidic taste
I'm unfolding little scr*ps of paper
But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet
This tooth is rotten, yank it out
Your words are cancer in my mouth
This captain's ship is going down
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