Jack conte

Kitchen fork

Jack conte
Wake from a dream where I was stuck losing my teeth
Lucky for me it was all fake or not what it seemed
Where, oh where will we go next
Haunted pillow beneath my head?

Where does it go?
Pick out her heart with a kitchen fork, pin down her arms
Wake from the scar still feeling sick. Where did it get started?
Where, oh where did this come from?
Oh my God, my head's a gun
I let myself go

Once I flew above the cars
And the wind blew gratitude through my heart
I let it all go.

Save us from our own two heads.
Can I keep just one and ditch the rest?

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