Trophy Scars - Lindsay and the Endless Wall of Alarm Clocks

I'll dress you I'll bless you To make use Of my singing muse Believe me It's not easy I'll use my right hand The one we're sinking in Torrential pour Of matadors And escalators Dead on elevators Those words on the sun Are meant for everyone Coded in puns And smelling like blood She's screaming "Save me" It's easy K is for kiss me I'm burning it down with my cigarettes Look at me “One more drink and I'm done,” yeah right… So kiss me.