French Exit
Dirty up the band aids
Curry up the stitches from your fall
Tell me I'm your dry phase
Rearrange the fixtures and the stalls
This is my surrender
No recourse
I'm a false apprentice
No divorce
Hurry up and practice
All the makes of lipstick and your lies
Drown the factory place mats
Celebrate the trophies and the scars
This is my surrender
No recourse
I'm a false apprentice
No divorce
Writer/s: Sick Balloons
