Last Call from Doomtree by Doomtree

Dessa: Just another story of the CC / trying hard to drown on dry land / That way they say is easy / but when day breaks she’ll wake on the sand again.
Like a fish out of water that’s pumping music through her gills / like a fish out of water.
There’s blood in the water / money on the table / the poolsharks take the bait / hook line / sinks her eight ball on the break.

Cecil: She’s got that porcelain drunk doll face / and a taste for the girls / just want a cup of confidence kept confidential / so remember to keep ‘em coming / Up and up she’s rushing orders in order to crush the torture that weighs her down / She’s cut off then off she goes to cut the corners / boy she’s taken now / Loud with lust and trust issues / but she’s bound to bust into a crush with you / Must have been through a thousand loves that loved to move / and loved to move alone / She loved the story when it started / but the ocean was the author.

Both: And the end came as a cold shock / to a pocket full of rocks / to a mouth full of water.

Dessa: She feel asleep with a pen in her hair / woke with ink in the sheets / fell asleep with a name in her mouth / woke with
an ache in her teeth / both soles of her feet still wet / third time this week she’s dreamt of a drowning death / A drowning death She was baptized in bourbon / she would capsize for certain / Took a pull off the bottle / wrote a note in her careful cursive and let go / of a love letter written in ash and broken English

Cecil: It’s better to let her message alone.

Dessa: They say everything floats but it don’t / bottle broke and we sink like stones.

Cecil: Angel fallen starboard into the drink / last call comes quicker than she thinks.

Dessa: The water weighted her wings / feathers like anchors and she / let go of a ghost and a burden / they float so close to the surface / she knows, knows...

Cecil: better than betting that heaven is sending a life boat now

Dessa: There’s no use charting courses / the current forces where the small ships go / and it’s always the same fortune pulling petals off the compass rose.

Cecil: She was cut off, off the cuff / cut down, down enough / couldn’t amount to much / wasn’t aloud to love. Both: The water weighted her wings / fathoms pass by in a blink.

Dessa: Like a fish out of water / that’s pumping music through her gills.

Both: Don’t touch or you’ll ruin the reef. / Catch just what you’re willing to keep.

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