Billy Fish

My eyes are needles

With eyes not so narrow

Another win and we were finished for a while

My love a head wound and your free, head wound

Don't know what I even wanna try to be

Wake up, come on!

Your tongue makes it happen

A little prince with the gold and the money in his hands

I got my heaven warded

And you're not my ground

And we are all just alive

I just don't like them alone

And I can hear

Not so you'd know

The hand a man needs

And then one will a-lone

Hey! Buckets run to fit slim pickens

Fits where it's sold

Soon be outgrown

Let it die at best it's broken

At least it knows it goes unspoken

You should have known

Water's high, my clock's stopped ticking

This body's cold

Still growing bolder

Hey!!!