Sluttering (may 4th) — текст песни (jawbreaker)

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness. Gutters
drain west, mud made a mess of us. It`s time to leave
this place. I`d saw through your wrist to find a
better trap that fits. I`d saw through your traps to
find a better you, a part of you that lasts. I saw
through your trap and into my own wrists. Saw we were
through, red ribbons spill to blue: a sight to sore
your eyes. I got this dress. I`m hiking it around
this waste of laughter. Slow dance alone with no one
to the sound of four hands clapping. Congratulations
to you both, I hope somewhere you`re happy. If
there`s a moral to this story then I wish you`d show
me. Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I`m glue. I`ll write the book on you. It`s
sticking to my face. You need a little less than what
you take for granted. This is the sip that`s drinking
back from you, blacking out your eyes. You need a
little more suppression of your appetites. This is
your honeymoon, in separate rooms, it`s neither sweet
nor bright. I made a word to give this state a name,
this game a guess. I call it sluttering. It means
as little as your little test. You are your worst
revenge. Your very means, they have no ends. This is
a story you won`t tell the kids we`ll never have. If
you hear this song a hundred times it still won`t be
enough.