Spells from Wristwatch by Wristwatch

Never could get used to
The way you ran your mouth
Everyone that knew you
had headed south

Nothing like the West
For the final test
Nothing like the West
For the final test

Seven spells
In the back of my pocket
Seven hells
Trapped in your locket

Never would behove you
To be more like me
But it’s true you
Were more than free

Nothing like the East
For the final feast
Nothing like the East
For the final feast

Seven spells
In the back of my pocket
Seven hells
Trapped in your locket
Seven spells
In the back of my pocket
Seven hells
Trapped in your locket

Just use me up, up
Just use me up, up
You use me up, up
You used me up, up

You use me up, up
You use me up, up

• Pop Punk
• Punk
• garage
• post-punk
• punk rock
• United States