Palehound - Cinnamon Lyrics
Fiending, peeking at the centrefoldsCutting tinsel into goldAnd hoping you won’t love me stillMellow, cringy ugly fellowsMixing water into ginAnd chasing it with cinnamonOh my God, kingdom wants meMarksman, shooting apples off of headsJonesing for a cigaretteWith loppy shots on purposeKeeping tabs on all my scrimmagesAnd crossing out my closest friendsFor someone I can’t recognizeOh my God, kingdom wants meDon’t call it a ghost to my ownGod, I have a pretty lifeIt made me cry