Shear - Club Night

We owned into our adventure as we leapt

From the rock into the cold salt of the ocean

And we navigate every dark plume that we see

How do you find their grip?

That is a simple question

Would you cut the anchors from your ankles or

Rather let them grizzle your stupid face?

Oh, how I was reminded of how she hummed her heat

A necking verse of mouth and promise

I find these times very interesting

Like a pack of feral dogs coughing in fits

The glittering arc of my neck

I can’t seem to catch between my callused hands

Oh, how I was reminded of how she hummed her heat

A necking verse of mouth and promise

The rain blistered down in the trash while I just laid there

Before you woke to study all the choirs of your breath