(H)our-[s] Lyrics

Flies keep getting caught in my glass eye

Fine, I know you pilot the flies

You lookin' pretty sheisty

Don't you try to mess,

A motherfucker might be

Crying my nine

What the fuck you stive box me for?

This fox in my clothing

Tis' eroding, worth nothing once the cross stitch is gone

But in time

Never more, never mine

Let those bugs eat me alive

For fuck it's non

I've been so good these years

Who the fuck knows if I'm looking your way

These steps in the creaky deaky stall way

Ain't doing that much for the old rockabilly engineer

If you're spittin' what I'm shittin'

Alright, now listen

Babe I know you seem frustrated

But if I love you,

Then I love myself

Oh, yeah

I know you're not dying now

You feel it's filling up topside

How you gonna answer your vibe?

The phone is not your medication