Itchy Teeth

I've been left,
To lick my wounds, for too long,
I'm down to bone

Callus tongue, itchy teeth,
metal mouth, with rubber gums,
A contoured mouth

Hold me for an hour,
Flowers bloom in less,
We'll brace this crumbling tower,
The harvest of distress

Eek me out, make me last
I am a broken ship,
a sinking mast

You fill me up, I'm made of holes
With finger tips, red nails and cutting words
Patch me up

Well hold me for an hour,
Flowers bloom in less
We'll brace this crumbling tower
The harvest of distress

Oooooh ooh ooh, oooh
Oooooh ooh oooooh,
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh,
Ooooh ooooh, ooh ooh

Well, hold me for an hour,
Flowers bloom in less
We'll brace this crumbling tower,
The harvest of distress