Katy Rose // Splinters
My luck sits sultry in a paper cup
Drowned in hotel coffee
I drink it so it’s sucked into
My pale and slouching body
It makes my warm feet shake
And my hands know what I mean
When I say that I’m not lucky
But it could be the caffeine
Well I bury my secrets well
I never kiss and tell
I knock on wood
But I got splinters in my hands
And that ain’t good
My stories are hard to tell
I never end them well
I knock on wood
But I’ve got splinters in my hands
And that ain’t good
I should of said so from the start
Will I never not be broken?
I got truth trees in my shopping cart
In case I cave to help here
Sick of fortune’s taunting games
Searching for something to blame
When it happened baby once again
Crazy pills and men de-
composing in the den maybe
I need to need a friend
Well I bury my secrets well
I never kiss and tell
I knock on wood
But I got splinters in my hands
And that ain’t good
My stories are hard to tell
I never end them well
I knock on wood
But I’ve got splinters in my hands
And that ain’t good
(Source: inmybestannesextonaccent)
