Hex

Last night I told my story to the sky and I told all your secrets to the guys

I had a good look at my life and I had a long talk with The Knife

If you love me it’s alright and if you’re leaving that’d be fine

But it’s just a little subway ride so I’m not coming back tonight



I can see without my eyes so I still picture you sometimes

But it’s always both you guys and so I hate it every time

I need a hand to cast this shit, to lift the hex between my ribs

Pick all the glitter from my things, and make me new again