Picture a place that's far from danger A nicer place to cash your chips I'm not the one holding you hostage Squeezed inbetween my lips We're not supposed to be lovers Or friends, like they'd have us believe We're not supposed to know each other Accept my apology
I was a babe stuck in a tree branch Banging on my rusty cradle bars Until I stole your middle finger Now, who's the one in charge?
We're not supposed to be lovers Or friends, like they'd have us believe We're not supposed to know each other Accept my apology
Vain, underground, fist, face down Bruise as they heal my pain Food on the flight, bread, fist, bite Drawn from the orange juice crane
Picture a person you've forgotten Kissing your brother or your friend Picture a wounded entertainer Cutting his hair again |
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