Precious Lyrics

Peanuts and kiddie molotov cocktails on a starved stomach on sunday afternoons.
I've got tobacco allergies, and a bloody tongued cat lick tickling the li'l piggy peeping out of a size and a half ago shoe.
I watch myself in the fishtank mirror in the corner.
All the fish died for friday's fish fry.
I'm watching a sunken ship.
One sunday, like a likeable bully,
He pulls to a picnic and builds a fire.
December embers trickle up,
Set roots in soil sky as january's stars