We're Not Supposed to Be Lovers

Picture a place that's far from danger A nicer place to cash your chips I'm not the one holding you hostage Squeezed in between 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 Bruised, as they heal my pain Food on the flight Breakfast bite Drop 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