Stress

If you were to kiss this and miss

Would your lips still hiss and quiver like an unfolding flower?

If this is just lust and it's a must

The sun'll burn through your smile

And I can taste the lightning on your breath

A debate in bed and you battered me with pillow feathers

Sheets and heartstrings in tethers

Intimately wrapped and strangled by your fingers

This is stress

This is stress

This is stress at best

This is stress at best

At best, at best

Excuses to be loved

Not an excuse to see me

When the door slams in the morning

I found the breathing in my sleep

This is stress (At best, at best)

This is stress (At best, at best)

This is stress (At best, at best)

This is stress at best

At best, at best

Curled up in your open palms

I read the lines like a Sunday psalm

But I discovered more teachings in silence between our kisses

Laughed at green marks

Left all my rings

Cheap plastic things

Cheap plastic things

Cheap plastic things

Cheap plastic things

Now I'll still be callin' this a bloody pleasure

Now I'll still be callin' this a bloody pleasure

Excuses to be loved

Not an excuse to see me

When the door slams in the morning

I found the breathing in my sleep

This is stress (At best, at best)

This is stress (At best, at best)

This is stress (At best, at best)

This is stress at best

At best, at best