The Back of Your Mouth by The Used
The worms they crack like words and
Turn your teeth up and run,leave.
Iīm all drinks.
So i clean,
I fall down.
Should i fit these,
So politely?
All praises suger coated.
Looking between her mouth and mine.
I got scars from dirty scratches,
Scabs and ashes,
The back of your mouth.
In this exchange i often touch myself,
To go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
Just passing through,
Not stopping by,
Not saying hi.
Girl you canīt kill a liar.
You throw up everywhere now.
Enjoy the cup and coffee.
I am the puddle,
Make me.
Dancing hoes and stagnance, OKAY!
These words are sugar coated.
Crossed up they still cut out to touch.
Got scars from dirty scratches,
Scabs and ashes.
The back of your mouth.
In this exchange i often touch myself,
To go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
Just passing through.
Not stopping by.
Not saying hi.
Girl you canīt kill a liar.
You canīt kill...
In this exchange i often touch myself,
To go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
Just passing through.
Not stopping by.
Not saying hi.
Girl you canīt kill a liar.