Hot Knifer

Oh man, I already don't have much left in here Lone gram laying by the phone Box my thought to veer Glow red blossom into flame Further in the night You've been gone way too long I don't mind Hash and smoky trails are leading into sighs Hot knives, golden lines are fading way your eyes I've been blowing Os as you don't know my name And I'll keep burning this way Pop can, flow in pink perfume Drip in sugar sky Oh damn, she's already done And I'm still asking why Time's been floating by in droves Hiding dark in tides You've been gone way too long I don't mind Hash and smoky trails are leading into sighs Hot knives, golden lines are fading way your eyes I've been blowing Os as you don't know my name And I'll keep burning this way --- Hot Knifer - Peach Pit