Warsaw - Dessa

A wick with no candle

A wheel with no axle

I ride with no saddle, no lift

Then I’m dragging the kite

A blade with no handle

A brick for your window

I’m fine but I’m single

A dime and I’m the same on both sides

You’re a stone-cold killer, you say

But you’re looking like a part-time criminal

Waive the charade

Man, you lay it on thick

It’s a dive bar, save the game

You drink and you sit

Easy to please

But hard to impress

Im in a mood, new shoes, and a bulletproof dress

Sugar on the rim and a shot of mescal

Man, its murder in the morning

But its good for morale

Can you mortar more

Looks like you’re bricking with both hands

Get the spirit level

Or the skeleton won’t stand

Fuck the plan, man

I’m tryna call an audible

Probable lost cause

But I got a thing for long shots

Yes, yes, naysayers got the wrong job

Best bet when you think they got the wrong odds

And I’ve done some living in a glass house

High note blew the motherfucking walls off

And I sleep

With both eyes open

Standing up

Alone and holding

Off the rust

And I’m still living by my maiden name

The name I came with

The name I made

And I’m bare-faced at your masquerade

Filled a flask up before I came

Because night falls

We all wanna hear that fight song

Car running like a nylon

Brights on

Times right but the clocks wrong

Never set it, never settle in a time zone

Take what I need with me

Pray for rain but brace for whiskey

Something in the tank, money in the bank

Callin it a win we

Give a little thanks, give a little back

Busy with the grand plan

Take one last look

Left the bandwagon

For a banned book

To break out you gotta give up the chase

To make love you gotta take off the brace

And we all leave it feeling half done

Best you can do is just put a hand up

Hope grace and good works in the end add up

Find out when the pendulum hangs plumb