You always tell me
How lucky I am
To even know you
To stop playing
And commit to this
The way I'm supposed to
As if it's easy
To forget the shit
You made me go through
You got a complex you should fix
But you're going to say we both do
If that's so true
Why don't you
Just let it die dear
So much pressure
Too restless
Can't catch a vibe here
Its your possessive obsessions
With all of my fears
Now all your micro aggressions
Collectively fall on shy ears
Flesh wounds and dry tears
Broken bones and bloodstains
Paranoia, overdoses, handcuff chains
You act so benevolent
But I know you love pain
Until I talk dirty
What
I thought you liked it rough, babe
You'll learn one day
That gunplay is a dangerous kink
Somebody always ends up hurt
But it won't be who you think
You made your declarations first
With crossed fingers and a wink
You get the perks
I do the work
And we lurch closer to the brink
Blue lines, white spaces, black strokes
True crime, bright stages, last hopes
Slow change
I can't wait another night
Cold game
Got to say something nice
Blue lines, white spaces, black strokes
True crime, bright stages, last hopes
Slow change
I won't wait another night
Cold game
Better say something nice
I admit you have your moments
Where you clean up pretty well
But you're only ever glowing
When you got some shit to sell
Bright colors, dark motives
Make it difficult to tell
Pull the picture into focus
The aesthetic goes to Hell
If you felt so compelled
You could fuck yourself instead
But that's really not your style
Because its easier done than said
Get high at the expense of someone else
Take off a bit of the edge
You think you've earned it
From all the smiles
You've been faking to get ahead
All my heroes are dead
With no logical explanation
But playing your stupid games
Hoping to win your admiration
Keep your promises of fame
And your ready made replacements
I'd rather fucking trade them
For healthcare and education
You won't have that conversation
Without becoming despondent
And you ain't misunderstood
You're just habitually dishonest
I'd leave your ass if I could
And no longer be your hostage
But I can't be fucked as good
As I can in your bondage
Blue lines, white spaces, black strokes
True crime, bright stages, last hopes
Slow change
I can't wait another night
Cold game
Got to say something nice
Blue lines, white spaces, black strokes
True crime, bright stages, last hopes
Slow change
I won't wait another night
Cold game
Better say something nice