The Fifth from The Fifth by Birds of Bellwoods

My heart doesn’t need a gun,

Just a fifth of something ’til the next one comes x3

My heart doesn’t need a gun,

Just a hit of something dirty with the things we’ve done.

My sweet release,

Sucking honey from the golden seed;

The pit beneath,

Filling up with bumblebees.

Can’t get that taste,

Your poison so sickly sweet,

Out of my mouth;

I’m choking on my destiny.


My heart doesn’t need a gun,

Just a fifth of something ’til the next one comes x3

My heart doesn’t need a gun,

Just a hit of something dirty with the things we’ve done.



This will not cease,

But I’ll show you: I’m the one that bleeds.

You split my seams,

And I’m spilling out into the sea.

The more we wait,

The farther that I get from sleep;

One lie a day,

To keep the truth from killing me.



Bad dog, kick me.

Bad bitch, bit me.

Bad love, black crown,

Break up, break down. x2


I cut you out,

But I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna go home now.


(Oohs)

My heart never could run,
just get numb inside a fifth of something sweet,

To help me come down when the feeling is gone. x4

My heart doesn’t need a gun,

Just a fifth of something ’til the next one comes x3

My heart doesn’t need a gun,

Just a hit of something dirty with the things we’ve done.



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