Silver scents of saint augustine

fire in the ground

between my better teeth

we're dancing on the poison in their graves

at the end of the night

we'd all seen better days


i know you tried 

i know you're cursed

i know your best was still your worst

when hollywood was calling out your name


if i stayed behind

would you let your hair grow?

i will forget

the favors that you owe

i'm dreaming of car wrecks and thunderstorms bright

let's bury ourselves 

and go haunt someone tonight


i know you tried 

i know you're cursed

i know your best was still your worst

when hollywood was calling out your name


saint augustine