grief giver

when you make your concentration face my insides turn around if the room was black i wouldn't mind the sight of your one good eye is lying through yer teeth you wooden teeth i wouldn't want to be the hand that feeds your frail skull the reason when your jaws are grinding grinding grinding im praying for the dog that has to wait for you to feed it i know the man that made wine if i were you i wouldn't ya give me grief ect the boy with the bad teeth is boasting again its not you who's talking you got a hole in the back of your neck she stands behind you with her fingers inside working your jaw you can't see her mouth moving but you can hear the grinding don't wish out loud don't wish too hard with your friends around you should keep it in the bathroom grief