Fire from SOUP by Pond Scum

white fire behind my eyeballs
my thoughts are turning tribal
i wanna protect you with my chest

anything glass or wooden
could crack what my skull couldn't
my fists are crippled closed for good

i don't know how they keep
their heads cool buried in snow

apologies resounding
but i feel your lips around him
i wanna be in his head
while his thoughts are inside you
i could too, i would even like to
what you can't remember i can't forget

i've got drugs all around the household
but nothing left with which to kill mold
i've got friends but i never call them
i've invented a drinking problem
when i dry up i'll kick it
but there's always a little bit left

• Alternative
• babes
• beer
• freak folk
• levon
• salads
• Boston