Dropping Names

I want to break to be beautiful

Seven long nights to think

A handful of words, a sleeveful of birds

Casually left on the sink



Crimson beads, cut out your needs

Leave you feeling more in the pink

Seven long nights at a pre announced site

A head on my shoulders and I feel all right



Alter the courses

Stand near my flames

Questionable sources, only dropping names

Dropping names



I taught her how to be hard or soft

She never really needed to learn

A trip into town, defenses are down

I never ever need to return



She holds me by the stars, says look at these scars

Feel my longing burn

Seven long days but I can't change my ways

Look over my shoulder and I say hey hey