Skinny Love

Faced with traces of lust on your lips C'mon skinny love don't fuck with this kid My, my, my, my, my, my, my But when we caught eyes it was magnetic Still don't half get it, half deaded Lead in the back with a cracked crevice Our aesthetics past precious, a masked blessing Guess I'm full of sap today, still don't get what happened babe Left me with new spine, your blue eyes see in black and grey Catching rays, stare at the helter-skelter sky Held a garland in your arms and froze as you felt it die In the morning I'll be with you but the wishing well is dry Now if all your love is wasted then who the hell am I This shit hurts, I've been worse, it's like you got pincers And six legs and big breasts, told me I should think less We click princess, after this you're in debt We connect, my, my, my, hope I don't collect Wrote flowery poems about love and never meant it Something like cautious alchemy without any incentive Made amends and mended fences, get your last request in Apprentice heartbreaker with no takers and a guest list Goaded into symbolic goats and rolled with it Sit comatose, gloat, grope and toast us kids Glasses up to gonads, old fads and bogus tits Hokey convos that would go like this: Peachy key, some keystone lite and greenery It'll be alright, though it seems to be That you clean up nice, but then it's nice to leave I felt but don't feel and it frightens me Lightning won't strike twice, got scalded two times Anything for the right price, can't rub together two dimes Aesop's fable table it and watch your facial tics I'll give away this label all we ever do is play with it You might have broke me Shot me in the playing card heart, Annie Oakley Choking on dopamine, blowing steam and decoding these Sideways glances that you like to throw me, it's O.D I promise you're not just another piece of ass If I wanted I'd beat off in the bushes behind the beaten path Please relax, this road is where it's best to run I turned the other cheek and you just slapped me on the second one I get you're still attached to the ex, I'm cross It's like heaven's crushed, or not The best parts- I brushed it off without a second thought I got it, I'm a godless heathen, a tangled smile off the deep-end This weekend we can be whatever kind of pretend, or pretense That we want, breath Godm release heckm smoke weed less Aretha with a wreath of posies around her prett-y neck Give me sex I'll be back in a sec, just a passionless wreck The fucking best, cap it at fresh, captain of vessels Meddled a vassal without a castle to bow down and ascend to Yes boo, I meant you, because you make this heart stiffer It's a star slinger, bartender who still chokes on his hard liquor Nope, I'm none of those things I'm posing, but it's true Got a gold in my pocket that I don't mean to give you Bitch, who do you think you are? Can't buy new clothes just to hide those scars Lupe said build a roof just to hide those stars And I could have found hope, could have found heart Now I can't take it back to the start And I want to take it back to the start...