Sluttering — текст песни (jawbreaker)

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.
Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us.
It`s time to leave this place.
I`d saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits.
I`d saw through your traps to find a better you.
A part of you that lasts.
I saw through your trap and into my own wrists.
Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue:
A sight to sore your eyes.
I got this dress.
I`m hiking it around this waste of laughter.
Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping.
Congratulations to you both, I hope you`re somewhere happy.
If there`s a moral to this story then I wish you`d show me.
Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I`m glue.
I`ll write the book on you.
It`s sticking to my face.
You need a little less than what you take for granted.
This is the sip that`s drinking back from you,
Blacking out your eyes.
You need a little more suppression of you appetites.
This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms,
It`s neither sweet nor bright.
I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess.
I call it "sluttering."
It means as little as your little test.
You are your worst revenge.
Your very means, they have no ends.
This is a story you won`t tell the kids we`ll never have.
If you hear this song a hundred times it still won`t be enough.