CINNAMON TWISTS

Are you okay?

What if I’m not

What if it’s logical to write this whole thing off?

Cause life is kind of wrong

And maybe it’s fine

Living unwell

Maybe this part of life is supposed to feel like hell

It’s kinda hard to tell

Oh cinnamon twists in my kitchen are my favourite part of the day

Isn’t that lame?

My Momma asked how it’s going, I said honestly not that great

And reason number 1 is the love that’s gone

You kill or be killed, in the world I’ve lost

Two is my wallet, skinny and flappy

How you get clean and how you get happy

If everything you do just blows up at you

Wind in your face and back gets stabbed till

Everything’s shady, all of it’s lacking

Heart, it just aches so fuck if i’m happy

Losing my faith

Losing my plot

Maybe the point of life is something I forgot

Cause all my love gets lost

Wish I could take it right back into summer ‘16

Left my smile in my skintight jeans

Found my stride on my seven speed

But now

Cinnamon twists in my kitchen are all that can make me feel sane

Isn’t that lame?

My brother asked how I’m living, I said taking it day by day

And reason number 1 is the love that’s gone

You kill or be killed, in the world I’ve lost

Two is my wallet, skinny and flappy

How you get clean and how you get happy

If everything you do just blows up at you

Wind in your face and back gets stabbed till

Everything’s shady, all of it’s lacking

Heart, it just aches so fuck if i’m happy

Heart, it just aches so fuck if I’m happy