chiara

it fits so much.

Katy Rose // Splinters

My luck sits sultry in a paper cup

Drowned in hotel coffee

I drink it so it’s sucked into

My pale and slouching body

It makes my warm feet shake

And my hands know what I mean

When I say that I’m not lucky

But it could be the caffeine

Well I bury my secrets well

I never kiss and tell

I knock on wood

But I got splinters in my hands

And that ain’t good

My stories are hard to tell

I never end them well

I knock on wood

But I’ve got splinters in my hands

And that ain’t good

I should of said so from the start

Will I never not be broken?

I got truth trees in my shopping cart

In case I cave to help here

Sick of fortune’s taunting games

Searching for something to blame

When it happened baby once again

Crazy pills and men de-

composing in the den maybe

I need to need a friend

Well I bury my secrets well

I never kiss and tell

I knock on wood

But I got splinters in my hands

And that ain’t good

My stories are hard to tell

I never end them well

I knock on wood

But I’ve got splinters in my hands

And that ain’t good

(Source: deardemographic)