The Lash Whistled Like a Singing Wind

The Lash Whistled Like A Singing Wind - Norma Jean

Our friendship has a white flag

I'll surrender if that's what it takes

But I'll never admit defeat

If that's the road then you have the map

You and I mean way less to me than anything

In the isolation of the thoughts and judgments

And whatever happens to be spewing

Out of your dependency jail

There's a slow dance soiree of trouble

But you threw the party

We're all doused in gasoline with no fear of flame

Well there's a lot of things that can start a

Fire

I hope you're satisfied

Because we all know it's the last thing that I'll

Hide

And it's the last thing that you will expect

No you made your own d**n mistakes