Back Of Your Neck

Steal a car on a dare

Dump it in the minow river

You think we're Bonnie and Clyde

But both of them fucking died

I think you're mid july

Smoke you in hot as a crack pipe

I wanna love you but we just fun

I know you kill me, and that's not right

Pretend that you can hold a gun

And I will pretend that you're the only one

I never shot it into your night

Just show me how to pick your locks

On the street I see you walking ahead

I take a picture of the back of your neck

I won't do it to myself again

I won't do it to myself again

I see you bend down matching a grave

But that's a very grave thing to say

Out of place, out of take

Maybe this is all a mistake

So this devil in me is you

This talk is a kind of glue

A black mass, a sick stab

Something that I didn't choose