Who will fight?
Come on skinny love, just last the year…
Pour a little salt, we were never here…
In the morning I’ll be with you, but it’ll be a different kind…
Now all your love is wasted, then who the hell was I?
Now I’m breaking at the britches, and at the end of all your lines…
Come on skinny love what happened here…
Suckle on the hope in light brassiere…
