Daily Dessa Lyrics

Been stitching up strays fifteen years, but this one's mean

You hope you get the fast horse, and some of what you ask for

I'll be your favorite me

My pride is like an ember in my chest that sets my blood to burning

So you shouldn't try to stay too late or talk to strangers, look too long, go too far out of range, 'cause angels can't watch everybody all the time

I was sent by you, love, to talk me off this ledge

Well, I talk way too fast and I shoot from a glass

It's hard to meet someone, to unmeet the last one somehow

I don't like making anything less than my own way

Sometimes the good guy's a bad shot, sometimes the bad guy gets off

Little bitch had broke her jaw and I tried to fix her head

Looks like our writing on the wall is lorem ipsum after all

Have a little fun

Pull myself away from your high tide

I've got shit to do in Pro Tools while you're fuckin' around in Photoshop

I know I'm one of a hundred you could call like it's nothing, but not every dime can play dozens

And secrets don't like to be kept, all mine jumped over the fence