Volcano Charlotte Martin

Covered in another layer-where'd you go
Tasting like another flavor I don't know
Come on come on come on come on come on out of there
Into the bright mathematical I'll call it a dare

There is not another way out of this mess
There is nothing left inside to repress
Come on come on come on come on come on back to me
Into the arms into the arms you're supposed to be

I'm running out of angles
Left here just to dangle
Over your volcano

Give me something broken that I can fix
Show me something hard to see that I'll miss
Sarcasm never got me far-so what anyway
An autopilot shopping cart I'll take anything you give me

I'm running out of angles
Left here just to dangle
Over your volcano
I know there is so much better
Better than this weather
Over