Mary Jane Kelly Broken Hips, Burnt Cigars lyrics

I hope you don't make it out alive.
All of the dissonance that you supplied has finally cracked the pavement where we spread our souls,
Where we bet it all on a house of cards ready to fold and a crooked dealer with a mouth of gold.

No one will ever hear any of our songs, all their harmonies rot in the air trapped inside my lungs.
I fucked with their keys and shackled them to dungeon floors. Fashioned a shovel out of broken hips and burnt cigars.

Smashed through the door to her room dripping 'I told you so,' from the buckets beneath my eyes.

I was just choking her heart until I couldn't even bleed...she never appreciates me...keep this heart close to your side, I'm gonna make it scream all goddamn night, then i'm gonna slow cook its hide until hell bound chords leak from its thighs,

2 years gone and your pulse fades on. Our teenage love died with the smog and the rain. I promise I held my head gently under the breaking waves.
I promise that i'm not fucking sorry for a single fucking thing.