Little Shell - Ghost Atlas

Soft, sweet, little shell

I never come around unless I need you to protect me from anything that hurts

When I misplace the safety you gave me

I accept all the guilt I feel I deserve

My mind wanders and I let it go

My mind wanders and I let it

I’m saving the last glimpse of your face

The coldest of shoulders (twisting the blade)

Soft, sweet, little shell

You know I’m never gonna give you back

I’m too cheap to sell

Incapacitate, Regurgitate, Awake, Repeat

My mind wanders and I let it go

My mind wanders and I let it

I’m saving the last glimpse of your face

The coldest of shoulders

You’re twisting the blade

To the rhythm of a turning stomach

Wake to a new escape

Incapacitate, Regurgitate, Awake, Repeat