Pomade Nothing Lyrics

Locket to you

Under my pseudonym I write

In some ink colored blue

To tell you the truth it isn't mine you see

Cause I've been confused

Bending into

Whatever penance'll cross my mind

For being blind with greed

For all the world might leave

Before it blows its seed and burns

Walking to church

Sunday can hurt if you're not god

So leave it to her

To slowly deter one from their diary

Tell it to Paul and he won't cure it all

But he can give you some earl gray tea

And say you're right to be

A better sight to see

Behind the aniline and curtains

When you're either a pomade nothing

Or a line cook crease

Peter pan can take your hand and lie

Fucking the food

Susie can shoot her friend and die to sleep

And I can be you

Wearing my vocal fry for halloween

It's all so baroque

With wine in my coat

As the holiday goes on for weeks

It isn't mine to fault

It isn't mine at all

I sold my soul to sin and live in hurt