Ode To Divorce - Sean Rowe

The food that I’m eating is suddenly tasteless

I know I’m alone now

I know what it tastes like

So break me to small parts

Let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones

And you might make a dollar

I’m inside your mouth now

Behind your tonsils

Peeking over your molars

You’re talking to her now

And you’re making that face that I like

When you’re going in for the kill

For the killer kiss

I need your money

It’ll help me, I need your car and I need your love

I need your money

It’ll help me, I need your car and I need your love

So won’t you help a brother out?

Won’t you help a brother out?

Won’t you help a brother out out out out out?

Break me to small parts

Let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

You might make a dollar

And you might make a dollar

There might be some good ones

You might make a dollar

There might be some good ones

Break me to small parts

Let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones