King Street

Chamomile in your palms, but you ruin it with every chance

Spit blood on the floor and throw their bodies in the morgue

Had our conversation, sat in the car park

Well, I told you I'd stay here

So you've got someone to rely on

And you see vanilla skies burning holes into your eyes

Hair still tucked inside your shirt, but you don't mind

And I saw vanilla skies, but I've got other things in sight

You send me bullets, but I send you flowers

I'm all choked up, and I can't say the things I want

'Cause you send me bullets, but I send you flowers

I'm all choked up, and I can't say all the things I want

You told me your brother overdosed

You wish that you spoke a little more

But let him rest easy now and just focus on yourself

Had our conversation, sat in your garden

Well, I told you I'd stay here, but I guess that's my problem

And you see vanilla skies burning holes into your eyes

Hair still tucked inside your shirt, but you don't mind

And I saw vanilla skies, but I've got other things in sight

You send me bullets, but I send you flowers

I'm all choked up, and I can't say the things I want

'Cause you send me bullets, but I send you flowers

I'm all choked up, and I can't say the things I want

I'm all choked up, and I can't say the things I want

No, I can't say the things I want

No, I can't say the things I want

Oh, you send me bullets

I can't say the things I want