My record collection ain't worth a dime
I hate those songs about you
All books are worthless I can't read those lies
I am no one without you
Just for the sake of my good
Come grab my skin and hold on real strong
Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire
I am the reverend preaching about desire
Kiss me, kiss me tell me I'm a liar
If it's the devil's truth call me his messiah
My record collection burns to the ground
I have no use for the past
I feed the fire with nostalgia and gold
I'm a lover in this light
Just for the sake of my good
Come grab my skin and hold on real strong
Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire
I am the reverend preaching about desire
Kiss me, kiss me tell me I'm a liar
If it's the devil's truth call me his messiah
And you know you can use me, not planning to run
I come out here every night
If you wanna come use me, if you wanna come use me
I'll be the dirt on the ground
Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire
I am the reverend preaching about desire
Kiss me, kiss me tell me I'm a liar
If it's the devil's truth call me his messiah
Kiss me, kiss me
Kiss me, kiss me
My record collection aint' worth a dime
