Love, Gone
Jonathan Rose, Tricky Names
Burnt lips and cut wrists are moldin' me
I drown in tongue tricks and rosary
He's tryin' to catch you, baby
I wish he knew
Broken hearts lie like darts on hosiery
Dried tears and private parts consolin' me
He's trying to catch you, baby
Too bad it's you
Our love
Gone
Our love
Gone
