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Something bout the look in your eye
Chilly like the weather outside
Just another cloud up in your sky
Cinnamon and ketamine tea
Dopamine and rosary beads
Wonder what you think about on your knees
Tell me what you want when you want it
So sweet, god it sounds like a sonnet
I think you should call me over
Spill some wine up on the sofa
As the night is growing colder
I think you should call me over
Sticky like the smoke in my lungs
Sweeter than a victory won
Hurricane turning on my tongue
Static and electrical wires
Burning with the thrill of desire
Take another walk in that forest fire
Tell me what you want when you want it
So sweet, god it sounds like a sonnet
Can’t breath, got you right where you want it
Honey, just in case you forgot it
I think you should call me over
Spill some wine up on the sofa
That Trent Reznor kind of “Closer”
I think you should call me over
Such a pretty face
Cutting to the chase
Running for the money and the leather and the lace
Couple jack and honeys got me fucking up and falling down
I want it now
Lonely in the house
Watch you going south
Fingers on the buttons and the zipper in your mouth
Always what you wanted but you never figured out quite how
I think you should call me over
Spill some wine up on the sofa
That Trent Reznor kind of closer
I think you should call me over
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Something Like Thirst
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Something like thirst behind the eyes
Strange as the fuzz in between our thighs
Chattering teeth in the T.V. light
A shiver in my skin
Burn from the rug in your parent’s basement
Glad you couldn’t tell what the smile on my face meant
Divine comedy in the tragic thought
Every time, every time that we touch, paradise lost
Covenants were broken in the dark, and the prayer made
Worthless as a token from a boarded up arcade
Not a word was spoken it was loud as the autumn rain
On the windowpane, then the thunder came
I, I, I, I feel it for the first time
Tender as a busted lip
Fragile as a fractured wrist
I, I, I, I feel it for the first time now
Deeper than the sea’s abyss
Harder than the heart forgives
The smell of a flower with chemical petals
Hangs in the air while our breathing settles
Bent like the rules of a children’s game
Is the path that we walk back from that place without a name
Laughing in the sun and I forget about last night
Further in the distance that I run in the daylight
Shining like the barrel of a gun, victory is bright
Wrap my hands up tight, a bare knuckle fight
I, I, I, I feel it for the first time
Tender as a busted lip
Fragile as a fractured wrist
I, I, I, I feel it like a first time now
Deeper than the sea’s abyss
Harder than the heart forgives
And we all get carried away
And we all get carried away
And we all get carried away
And we all get carried away
Tumble to the carpet like an angel in free fall
Tearing out the feathers from a wing, and my shirt off
Far away from heaven, god I'll make it if I have to crawl
Peter to my Paul, even after all
I, I, I, I feel it for the first time
Tender as a busted lip
Fragile as a fractured wrist
I, I, I, I feel it like a first time now
Deeper than the sea’s abyss
Harder than the heart forgives
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Waist deep in the Gulf of Mexico
Weather is here, wish you were beautiful
Amy’s burning sage back at Rich’s place
Home is where the heart gets bored
Twelve pack we bought at Texaco
Hell of a night up until you lost your phone
Wandering the park, you dropped it in the dark
It’ll take nothing short of a miracle
But if you just close your eyes and try not to cry
It’s not that serious
The minute we drive away into the night
You’ll forget all of this
No heat and the sound of a metronome
Minor chords in Mod-Atlantic cold
Fireworks and weed are all we’ll ever need
Why the hell do I spend my days alone?
But if I just close my eyes and try not to cry
It’s not that serious
The minute I lay me down to sleep for the night
I’ll forget all of this
It’s not that serious
God I’m ready to get it on
God I’m ready to get it on
God I’m ready, I can’t go wrong
I’ve got heaven on my mind
Waist deep in the Gulf of Mexico
That day feels so long ago
Spent it in the sun, I won’t always be young
Might as well be where the weather’s warm
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