S H I N J I

Half of the night I bled

Half of my life I’ve said

Wish my whole life I was dead

I’m not dead yet

Half of the knife is red

Half of my guts unkept

All of my lungs are intact

Nicorette

Nicorette

When will somebody shove a knife in my neck

When will somebody shove a knife in my neck

Steve Keck

Steve Keck

Steve Keck

Steve Keck

Steve Keck

Half of the day he slept

Half of the day she wept

Most of the love pretend

Pretend