Fall Risk from Fall Risk by Brick Briscoe

With their hands on my hips
I can't help but
look at their lips
and swing me around
don't look over the ledge
don't look down
on me, i this town
look at the buildings
swing free with my friends
look at the buildings
look at that sky

hear it crashing down
try to hold me up
hands on hips
moisten your lips
suddenly a Fall risk

stuffed on the dolly
cramped in the lift
things might get strange
do you get my drift
stop and start
jumping my heart.
a week or more in bed
that's what they said
off with his head
he's not dead
just looks that way


Just know it hurts like hell when It gets strange
At least you know you’re alive

no merch sales in heaven

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