Crumble - The Sick Bags

Crumble

Oh crumble across the town

My sweetheart, my child, my love

Your scent

Drills a hole inside

Come darling

I’ve made up my mind

Here I see

I’ve been closer before

Here I feel

This is silver, this is gold

Imprison me

Curse me with your words

Within your reach

I’m never hurt

I crumble

I crumble across the town

Oh lover, oh quitter, oh mine

Your soul

It’s out there, & it’s wild

Off of this mess

I must fight to survive

Here I see

I’ve been closer before

Here I feel

This is silver, this is gold

Imprison me

Curse me with your words

Within your reach

I’m never hurt

Crumble

Oh crumble across the town

My sweetheart, my child, my love

I crumble

I crumble across the town

Oh lover, oh quitter, oh mine