Boxing With Bayonets Lyrics by A Faith Called Chaos

Boxing With Bayonets

The space around our carved hearts
Is littered with, evidence
Evidence of time well spent
[Chase the dragon, drag the nail again.]
We let it be till someone else looks in,
And then it's out the door
Its in the street again, blinds open
Evidence of time well spent
[Boxing with bayonets yeah]
Afraid someone will see just where we've been
I refuse to let it come to that
I want what's mine is mine is mine is mine is mine
I refuse to let it come to that
I'm giving up on us
In this shallow body
Is a light been grey for so long
C'mon and take a bite yeah
Cause I want to spit out my tongue.
If it is the best that I could get baby I don't know
If that's the best that I could get then I don't know
I can't stand to bite my tongue.
It's ok, meant to be, it's all right,
I'm spent, still, sort of
Yeah, sort of
I can't keep these track-lines off y our soul
I'm still breaking limbs in this, this wonder
We used our teeth to paint,
Down these halls.
I'm giving up on us.