Star Shaped Heart (Instrumental) Atmosphere

Dusty trails
Jezabels singing about heads and tails
Breast pocket full of useless words
I made a promise I would prove my worth

I gotta work, gotta work till I sweat poison
You gaining on it like you tryin' ta exploit him
I gave a fuck when I was a lot younger
But lady luck got a box cutter

She laughs at her suiters, consumers
Tune her in the letter, blast out the woofers
The usual is the new normal
Beautiful lurks in the background vocals

I don't shit in the sandbox
I'm not winning the dance off
And I ain't trying to sound scummy
But if you lick my wounds, it taste like money

Tattoo say loves life
Attitude like a sunrise
And when the tongue come untied
You keep it on a quick draw like a gunfight

If it's done right, strange is a single arm
The truth is I only came here to read your palms
The freaks keep it moving till the beat is gone
We're trying to grow a greener lawn