Kendra Morris - Spitting Teeth

If one of us had to go back on the dime
One of is so mad we're seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives?
Words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime
I never got what shards of glass were mine
Playing for keeps I'll take the losers draw
Spit through teeth I'm open

If I go go go
And you say say say
Did you know what was yesterday?
And I liked to the car
And in the drivers seat
Oh, I broke the law
Repeat, repeat

Sped to the curb
Where I hit the gas
Did a three sixty
And then I made a pass
For another line
That split my vision too
Wound up off the road
Chasing after you

If one of us had to go back on the dime
One of is so mad we're seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives?
Words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime
I never got what shards of glass were mine
Playing for keeps I'll take the losers draw
Spit through teeth I'm open

So I tried to find another street
Slowed down to a halt
Behind me beep beep beep
Sunk behind the wheel
No one could see
I'm a spy
The one that punished me

As I jotted down
The color of dark hair
By the bay window
My lover turned to stare
My chest skips a beat
I'm on a losing streak
I hang myself to dry
And then I claim defeat

If one of us had to go back on the dime
One of is so mad we're seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives?
Words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime
I never got what shards of glass were mine
Playing for keeps I'll take the losers draw
Spit through teeth I'm open

Running in circles hitting a brick wall
You got me stumbling
I'm bumbling I still call
Isn't it just us to look for the keyhole
That leads to the gutter?
I stammer, I sutter

Imagine me like this elegant
Hot mess finally
Disasterously finding the last press on
Nailed to the cross my emotions are used
Funny how when you're broke all debts are due

If one of us had to go back on the dime
One of is so mad we're seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives?
Words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime
I never got what shards of glass were mine
Playing for keeps I'll take the losers draw
Spit through teeth I'm open

If one of us had to go back on the dime
One of is so mad we're seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives?
Words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime
I never got what shards of glass were mine
Playing for keeps I'll take the losers draw
Spit through teeth I'm open