Brittle Bones by Gingsu Lyrics

[Verse]
Tough skin upon brittle bones
Rest assured we can mend these holes
Been too long, for you
Cauterize these wounds

Perfect pictures on these fates
Bitter paintings make no mistake
A cheater's standard's the ones they set
Confused and used like the rest

[Chorus]
Her mouth tastes like menthol
Streets feel so plain
Life's always a bad hand
Still, you got to play

[Verse]
What's too many when a hundred's not enough
Let mе feel behind
This indulgent touch
You've been tossеd to the weeds
You've become the want and the need
What's this feeling beneath the skin
Open your door and let her in

[Chorus]
Her mouth tastes like menthol
Streets feel so plain
Life's always a bad hand
Still, you got to play

[Outro]
Story spun
Left to come undone
Story spun
Coming undone