Grafitti

I hear nostalgia drip From my fingertips I taste duende on your skin This feels a little bit like sin You soak my hair in red wine Your fingers on my back trace "You're mine" We crescendo into the blur of our nightly chase But something heavy flickers in the negative space His graffiti all over me Graffiti that you can't see Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet My fire still lights for his cigarette Graffiti all over me His abscence is dense But your magnetics are immense We melt into December mornings Ignoring all the storm warnings You wanna fall into the waves, but I'm numb from abrasion He still skates on my margins through my connotations His graffiti all over me Graffiti that you can't see Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet My fire still lights for his cigarette Like using Daedalus' wings to fly Addicted to the momentary high Of his graffiti all over me Graffiti that you can't see Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh-oh-oh...