Trophy Scars

Lindsay And The Endless Wall Of Alarm Clocks

Trophy Scars


I'll dress you, I'll bless you 
To make use of my singing muse 
Believe me, it's not easy 
I'll use my right hand 
The one we're sinking in 
Torrential pour of matadors 
And escalators dead on elevators 
Those words on the sun are meant for everyone 
They're coded in puns and smelling like blood 
She's screaming "Save me" 
It's easy 'cause K is for kiss me
Bababadadadada
Dadadadada
Save Me, oh save me
(Leave me alone)
I'm burning it down with my cigarettes 
Look at me "One more drink and I'm done," 
Yeah right... 
So kiss me