Brittle Then Broken
Pollyanna
4:23Cinnamon lip You're headed for a breakdown When you find All the words wind out When you hear the conversation's fake sound Cinnamon lip You wear the pants in his house When you try A pair of live on Slipping in You feel just like a safe town Cinnamon lip You crack me up in corners Pull me in with an amber light on Boring We're reborn sons and daughters As I sink into the pier Breathe in no man's ear I've planned it As I sell the things I own If the town's safe and alone As you wake up crusty-eyed Feel the drama pass you by I've planned it As you form a perfect slit You can't get that sober this year Cinnamon lip You're headed for a breakdown Cinnamon lip You're headed for a breakdown