Slowburn Lyrics

I'll eat my cookies with gin and build an army of friends

So I don't have to hide away

From old men like you

Who think they can move

Through the streets with

Heavy shoes and weightless shoulders

I might start believing in hell

Just to piss you off by going there

Cause my childhood is the sum

Of a gold band

On the third finger from your thumb

Your left hand, flattened out on that desk

It's gonna be the last thing left

By the time/when I'm done

I might start believing in hell

Just to piss you off by going there

If someone like me deserves more than my dreams,

I'd rather go nowhere

My mother says I smoke too much

But thank fuck I smoke at all

Strike a match, slow burn

And let these ashes fall