Cinnamon Lip

Cinnamon 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