Coraliza A Murder Of Crows

Did you think if I was dead, I’d give up trying?
Caught in the wake of almost crying
And I thought you had a lot of nerve
But you don’t feel that much
Sessions of confessions and a body for a crutch
I’ll tell you one thing, If you want to know something
Somewhere out there is a dutchman’s smoke
And a dial tone warning

Coraliza
You’re up all night with a bottle of rum
I’m asleep in my room with my momentum

Did you hear what I said when you turned your shoulder?
A whistle you hear, playing dead, you could roll over
You dry out your hair and you flush through your eyes
Pictures of your man and paranoid crimes
The little I can do, I don’t know how
Whip the other and sock it, get us into aroun'
All the prince’s lovers couldn’t fit the slipper
Even the one worn by your mother

Coraliza
You’re up all night with a bottle of rum
I’m asleep in my room with my momentum
I’m not one of your older men