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 you stole my 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
Vein underground
Fist faced down
Bruised as they heal my pain
Food on the flight
Breakfast bite
Dropped from the orange juice crate
Picture a person you've forgotten
Kissing your brother or your friend
Picture a wounded entertainer
Cutting his hair again
