Meet the Frankes
How many times can you break my heart?
Try to shove the pieces back together
Misaligned
burns like a paper cut
That you poured honey and cayenne pepper on
Blood for blood
Lips to cheek
I’ll take back what belongs to me
..Eventually
Money makes you go around and away from me
Just keep walking
I’ll sit here in the filth you left me in
At least the filth holds me