Song-the slip

Song - the slip Cold fries, I'm half a cigarette From believing they doubled my potion With those eyes you might have to pretend you don't see me til the song is blown Your blue bow simple as the snow Like confetti, how steady you bloom But those girls and trouble makes you feel like it's okay You left a bit I've never seen before And it was shaped like a mothwing Now I don't have to paint the devil on the wall babe That's to say it grows but it won't go away I said boom! My lord If you ever get back to little compton A bolide, a fire in the sky, a machete I've mistaken my own There's no drugs in Boston or L.A. that'll get me home You left a bit I've never seen before And it was shaped like a mothwing And now I've left a trail of blood from your window pane But I'm drawn like a moth to a flame I said boom! My lord If you ever get back to little compton