Vs.1
I'm a junkyard full of false starts
And I don't need your permission
To bury my love under this bare light bulb
Br.1
The moon is a sickle cell
It'll kill you in time
Your cold white brother riding your blood
Like spun glass in sore eyes
Chorus
While the moon does its division you're buried below
And you're coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses follow
SOLO (over verse chords)