Singles and doubles
Trick or treat
What do you want now
You're out of reach?
I was a bullet with your name on, fired the wrong way
Your call of pathos on the eve of war
I was dead on the outbreak
True love's insecurities
I'm still in my slow head jealousy
If that's all wishful thinking
That must be it for me
I've got all I want this time
I don't need you
Now that I'm clean
No longer weak
I'll fall and rise
And I'll survive the highs and lows
And the times that go in-between
Singles and doubles
Tight as a fist
Throw molotov cocktails with a slick haemorrhage
Semi naked on aggravation
Over exposure and deprivation
I'm out there in empty space
I used to sit not stand on your face
Leftovers, so disfigured
Your stick of love
But it's not gonna beat me
