British Racing Green

Month 10, I cut and then I bleed
I live out the space between my teeth
The weather outside is much beyond heavy
I just drink some water and go to sleep early

Give me Halloween
But don’t hold me back
I was left to clean
With british racing green
I was left to clean
With british racing green

I’m sick of a place I don’t want to leave
I promise I will pay you back for the tea
I like the 2 doors in a house made just for three
I want all the love that you want to give to me

Wading in gutters, each sound louder than the last
Single speed, all I need, please hold the overcast
Standing outside, years on the qui vive
Doing what's best is sometimes an uncertain thing

Give me Halloween
But don’t hold me back
I was left to clean
With british racing green
I was left to clean
With british racing green

Burnt down match factory rose back up beyond its size
I never lost control to what I utilize
The hour is the shiver in my femur to my spine
Tomorrow is the pupil in my dilated eye

Give me Halloween
But don’t hold me back
I was left to clean
With british racing green
I was left to clean
With british racing green