1916
Cake Bake Betty Lyrics

i let my hands get caught
in all the flame
well i cannot play again
when do you ask me if
i am okay?

i see it when we dance
and make a pouters potrait
on the steps, oh my
it is divine but there is just one more question
i will ask, is all this really mine?
inside my heart i scream,
it must be time this weather cant be right
we rode our horses to the outer edge
the crusty, dry divide.

and we became the people
we have never meant to be
those dying flames
the pieces we did not want to receive
and when you come home from your dinners
darling, do you want to fight?
and when i cut the lines within my hands
will you still want to cry?

and when your gal decides she's on her own
you'll rethink your romance
you never want to care for
anyway you're taking down that fence

but when you come home to the kitchen
i am waiting at the sink
my salty fingers ride across the cupboard
drenching it with skin
we are in love
and rare descendants
of the faithless brats
who bit their tongues
who screamed instead
to scare their onward sons

and in the trees they built their
truths and meaningless machines
we grew from beans
that froze beneath the snow
in late '16

Contributed by Hunter D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.