Heads Go Soft

Heads go soft when they’re kicked in

Steph find comfort in the sound and the feeling And the things he hides in his mouth

Just to spit back out again, for 10 or less

Or just another sordid segue into someone’s house

It doesn’t seem all that friendly, but what does?

Big Twenty’s closed for good

Which didn’t seem so bad on the face of it

But now every weekend blurs into one big mass I don’t seem to able to break from it

Jess wakes up to a key before work

Which makes me feel a little bit queasy

But who am I to judge?

When I was the one who made the purchase in the first place

I haven’t got a leg to stand on Nor do I deserve one

The bile that builds up

Is never enough to see you sick the way you sick