Seamstress Lyrics

Song	Seamstress
Artist	Dessa
Album	A Badly Broken Code
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	I kept an angel
	In a box beneath my bed
	Little beast had broke her jaw
	And I tried to fix her head
	They said I had to put her back
	That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
	But I know I saw
	That she was doing good, till the cat got her
	And I came to write a letter
	But my pen was full of hymns
	I came to drown a sorrow
	It seems they’ve learned to swim
	Mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline
	It’s late
	I’m still at the sewing machine
	Stitching up strays fifteen years
	But this one’s mean
	But I fixed you up
	When they said you were past repair
	And I stitched you up
	I thread a needle with my hair
	And I fixed you up
	When you were still a common sparrow
	But look whose on the shoulder now when the road goes narrow
	I kept an angel
	In a box beneath my bed
	Little bitch had broke her jaw
	And I tried to fix her head
	They said I had to put her back
	That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
	But I know I saw
	That she was doing good, until the cat got her
	Well I’m putting you out of my misery
	We ain’t got much but we’ve got history
	It was a mercy kill
	No
	It was a suicide
	No
	It was an accident
	No
	Well at least I tried
	Wait soft drugs and seam ripper
	Tough love and tape measure
	Stitching up boys is different that way
	You fix a bird you buy it a cage
	You fix a man
	You fix a man, and he flies away
	When I ran out of thread
	I couldn’t let go
	But that’s not sewing
	That’s, that’s just poking holes
	And it’s a strange breed
	A different kind of creature
	That looks for love through the eye of a needle
	But the creed of the seamstress is
	That you’re pretty in pieces
	I kept an angel
	In a box beneath my bed
	Little beast had broke her jaw
	And I tried to fix her head
	They said I had to put her back
	That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
	But I know I saw
	She was doing good, until the cat got her
	Take a seat and let me get a look at your face
	Busted, back's been broke for days
	Not much, little something for the pain
	Don’t fuss, or we’ll never get a seam to lay straight
	And I keep it clean as I can adjust
	Adjust the machine in a mattress plus
	I never did need for a padded
	Just some good restraints and my bedside manner
	When I ran out of thread, I couldn’t let go
	But that’s not sewing, that’s, that’s just poking holes
	When I ran out of thread, I couldn’t let go
	But that’s not sewing, that’s, that’s just poking holes

	I kept an angel
	In a box beneath my bed
	Little beast had broke her jaw
	And I tried to fix her head
	They said I had to put her back
	That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
	But I know I saw
	That she was doing good, till the cat got her
	And I came to write a letter
	But my pen was full of hymns
	I came to drown a sorrow
	It seems they' ve learned to swim
	Mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline
	It' s late
	I' m still at the sewing machine
	Stitching up strays fifteen years
	But this one' s mean
	But I fixed you up
	When they said you were past repair
	And I stitched you up
	I thread a needle with my hair
	And I fixed you up
	When you were still a common sparrow
	But look whose on the shoulder now when the road goes narrow
	I kept an angel
	In a box beneath my bed
	Little bitch had broke her jaw
	And I tried to fix her head
	They said I had to put her back
	That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
	But I know I saw
	That she was doing good, until the cat got her
	Well I' m putting you out of my misery
	We ain' t got much but we' ve got history
	It was a mercy kill
	No
	It was a suicide
	No
	It was an accident
	No
	Well at least I tried
	Wait soft drugs and seam ripper
	Tough love and tape measure
	Stitching up boys is different that way
	You fix a bird you buy it a cage
	You fix a man
	You fix a man, and he flies away
	When I ran out of thread
	I couldn' t let go
	But that' s not sewing
	That' s, that' s just poking holes
	And it' s a strange breed
	A different kind of creature
	That looks for love through the eye of a needle
	But the creed of the seamstress is
	That you' re pretty in pieces
	I kept an angel
	In a box beneath my bed
	Little beast had broke her jaw
	And I tried to fix her head
	They said I had to put her back
	That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
	But I know I saw
	She was doing good, until the cat got her
	Take a seat and let me get a look at your face
	Busted, back' s been broke for days
	Not much, little something for the pain
	Don' t fuss, or we' ll never get a seam to lay straight
	And I keep it clean as I can adjust
	Adjust the machine in a mattress plus
	I never did need for a padded
	Just some good restraints and my bedside manner
	When I ran out of thread, I couldn' t let go
	But that' s not sewing, that' s, that' s just poking holes
	When I ran out of thread, I couldn' t let go
	But that' s not sewing, that' s, that' s just poking holes

	I kept an angel
	In a box beneath my bed
	Little beast had broke her jaw
	And I tried to fix her head
	They said I had to put her back
	That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
	But I know I saw
	That she was doing good, till the cat got her
	And I came to write a letter
	But my pen was full of hymns
	I came to drown a sorrow
	It seems they' ve learned to swim
	Mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline
	It' s late
	I' m still at the sewing machine
	Stitching up strays fifteen years
	But this one' s mean
	But I fixed you up
	When they said you were past repair
	And I stitched you up
	I thread a needle with my hair
	And I fixed you up
	When you were still a common sparrow
	But look whose on the shoulder now when the road goes narrow
	I kept an angel
	In a box beneath my bed
	Little bitch had broke her jaw
	And I tried to fix her head
	They said I had to put her back
	That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
	But I know I saw
	That she was doing good, until the cat got her
	Well I' m putting you out of my misery
	We ain' t got much but we' ve got history
	It was a mercy kill
	No
	It was a suicide
	No
	It was an accident
	No
	Well at least I tried
	Wait soft drugs and seam ripper
	Tough love and tape measure
	Stitching up boys is different that way
	You fix a bird you buy it a cage
	You fix a man
	You fix a man, and he flies away
	When I ran out of thread
	I couldn' t let go
	But that' s not sewing
	That' s, that' s just poking holes
	And it' s a strange breed
	A different kind of creature
	That looks for love through the eye of a needle
	But the creed of the seamstress is
	That you' re pretty in pieces
	I kept an angel
	In a box beneath my bed
	Little beast had broke her jaw
	And I tried to fix her head
	They said I had to put her back
	That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
	But I know I saw
	She was doing good, until the cat got her
	Take a seat and let me get a look at your face
	Busted, back' s been broke for days
	Not much, little something for the pain
	Don' t fuss, or we' ll never get a seam to lay straight
	And I keep it clean as I can adjust
	Adjust the machine in a mattress plus
	I never did need for a padded
	Just some good restraints and my bedside manner
	When I ran out of thread, I couldn' t let go
	But that' s not sewing, that' s, that' s just poking holes
	When I ran out of thread, I couldn' t let go
	But that' s not sewing, that' s, that' s just poking holes

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