Belmont
Shyle Zalewski
[verse 1]
Wine, fresh in the bottle
Put on the table
Not from an angel
Blood, and wax from candle
I'm feeling awful
I've been in trouble
Wound, on top of my skull
Red like an apple
I see in double
Lights, from the hospital
Dance in a circle
Uncomfortable
[Chorus]
And I don't trust my body
Any more, any more
My hand on a wooden cane
At the Belmont hospital
[verse 2]
Food, it's disgusting me
The sweet and salty
Make me peaky
Nurses, blinking their lashes
Faces of witches
Meds in the boxes
Lack, of time and spaces
Of joy and cookies
My heart itches
I can't find any peace
Sleeping in the fears
Of the Death kiss
[Chorus]
And I don't trust my body
Any more, any more
My hand on a wooden cane
At the Belmont hospital