The Southern Comfort Smile by Comadre Lyrics

This is the last time you will feel me breathe, so
While your hands are around my neck, make them into fists

And choke this engine, and choke this engine
And choke this engine

Because every night
Feels like sandpaper down my throat
And I hate your
Southern comfort smile

You can have no fucking taste in life
So keep diving
Into dives

You can't say that I haven't tried to walk in your shoes
They've replaced your spine with extension chords
Tangled up and lost
Tangled up and lost

"This must be home"
"No, this heart is my home"
And if a couple of days felt like years
Then a couple of years can end in a day
Now I can't make it
On my own
Take this skeleton
Burn your muscles
Leave the promises
Because you've eaten them alive
Because you've eaten them alive
Because you've eaten them alive
Leave the promises
Because you've eaten them alive
Leave the promises
Because you've eaten them alive