All you are is black ink on blue lines
But all I am is one notch in a bedpost
Or at most the ghost
That keeps you warm
Just the ghost
We went searching for some comfort
By using one another
Both needing lovers of some sort
But it was vile and it was cheap
How we'd trade for what we need
With words and curves behind closed doors
I bought the lines I needed from you
Slipping out of that dress
And my high-heeled shoes
I guess I needed my fix too
I spent the night so you'd spend your words
And we both got hooked, we both got burned
Because I move the way that you like
And you fed me your best lines
And we took one more hit
Of skin and script
You'll lose me in your sleep
Tucked beneath the same sheets
That sheltered my bare skin
And I'll lose my mind
When I rewind every time
I tasted your sweat
I breathed your heat in
Because the only way you keep me warm now
Is burning lyrics I wrote down
And I bought the lines I needed from you
Slipping out of that dress
And my high heel shoes
I guess I needed my fix too
I spent the night and smoked your words
Until we both got high, it all got worse
Because I loved you like you needed
And you became my addiction
Sweet and sick
With one more hit of skin and script
