Keaton Henson

Keaton Henson - Confessional lyrics

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We fucked 'til we had enough
You made phone calls and I threw up
And I made a mess of waking up
Tripped on bed sheets and you made a fuss
And I woke to find your tired arms
Wrapped around me as you raised alarms

And love, make it easy on me
I've just enough to fall asleep
And love, take it easy on me
I'm older now and long to be twenty-three

A blood red heart on my busted lip
Paint and sawdust on our fingertips
And blood spilled out from my broken ribs
Now here's a gun, you don't deserve to live

Blood spilled out from my broken ribs
Here's a gun, you don't deserve to live
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Publisher: The Vinyl Factory, Oak Ten Records


Released in: 2015

Language: English

Appearing on: Behaving (2015)

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