Kendra Morris - Spitting Teeth

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If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were
mine
Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open
If I go go go and you say say say did you know what was yesterday
And I liked to the car and in the drivers seat oh I broke the law repeat repeat
Sped to the curb where I hit the gas did a three sixty and then I made a pass
For another line that split my vision too wound up off the road chasing after
you
If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were
mine
Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open
So I tried to find another street slowed down to a halt behind me beep beep beep
Sunk behind the wheel no one could see I’m a spy the one that punished me
As I jotted down the color of dark hair by the bay window my lover turned to
stare
My chest skips a beat I’m on a losing streak I hang myself to dry and then I
claim defeat
If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were
mine
Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open
Running in circles hitting a brick wall you got me stumbling I’m bumbling I
still call
Isn’t it just us to look for the keyhole that leads to the gutter I stammer I
sutter
Imagine me like this elegant hot mess finally disasterously finding the last
press on
Nailed to the cross my emotions are used funny how when you’re broke all debts
are due
If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were
mine
Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open