Laredo

Tear your wings off at the spine

And tape them to the back of mine

I can fly higher when I\'m tired

My 2 hands are scorched from holding this torch

Mind feels like neon all glowing and bent up

You look good on my back like a shark fin

Rectify desensitized

\'Tis the season to drink poison

Tralala was a badhead girl

Your mind\'s gone greasy it slides right off me

And all the jaded stars spit black cigars

No truce for you

A spec of something that I knew

Yes I read what you did and I see what you did