Rollin Threes

Hand on my heart
I will always come to you
Bite my tongue, I
Slight my shadow to approve

We'll always have the house on threes

Hold myself here
I will always be true
Eyes towards the stormy sky
Lies you cast will come for you

Distorted truths and dreams of death, never learned to hold my breath
Shattered glass I overgrew, cut it out with my own tools

Roll against the rising tide
Guide the children to the sea
Side eyed bluff the long games hand
We'll always have the house on three

Hand on my heart
I will always check my soul
Eyes upon the open plain
Save me from the winter's cold

Roll against the rising tide
Guide the children to the sea
Side eyed bluff the long games hand
We'll always have the house on three

Confrontation sinks just like a rock down in my gut
Words thoughts that stir me square like roots among the ruts
Scream in dreams but words are choked, I only act like this with you
Don't trespass your own alarms, cut out grass you overgrew

We'll always have the house on three