Photography: Jarrodmoore

Out of the Vein

Palm Reader

just give me a call when you feel better but you never do and i'm just another debtor to some palm reader who's got her hands mixed up

palm reader's breath smells of brandy and cigarettes as she sells me sweet forgets she needs something to get her through she runs a scam like me and you oh yeah me and you

freud said that love was a good psychosis but i don't know i've had too many doses he's a creep and we all know that he probably made it up

believe in me and this lie tell me everything will be alright cos it's so good to believe but don't turn my hope into a weapon

i kept your sweater til the scent was gone wrapped up in my hands when the days were long but i'm still sniffing i walk alone in the concrete with the living

where pigeons fly til they gather 'round the fallen ones they don't know why neither do i neither do i neither do i neither do i

believe in me and this lie tell me everything will be alright cos it's so good to believe we could turn it all around in a night cos it's so good to believe but don't turn my hope into a weapon

but don't turn my hope into a weapon

there's no one to trust except maybe the two of us but that's in the past the place where i'm living is haunting my broken dreams i read the horoscopes in magazines especially yours in the sign of the leo the regal one but man, you let your claws show oh it's so slow when will they let me go

let me go let me go let me go

believe in me and this lie tell me everything will be alright cos it's so good to believe we could turn it all around in a night you and i yeah it's so good but don't turn hope into a weapon

 
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