Sluttering (may 4th) Lyrics - 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 somewhere you're 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 your 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.