I've had too much time to anticipate this
Hope that nervous smirk's got a purpose
Miss-communication from my chest to my brain
I like to make the mistakes but never carry the blame
Let me burn you out
Let you reel me in
I was your home and your decades
Tell me... are you that blind to the bait?
Oh how we clamour to dance with the devil
For our chance at feeling alive
Maslow, you're missing just one or two things
That we desperately need to survive
Is this really living?
Well I'd rather die
Having to exist without your bite or kiss
Oh baby, you're making me high
I was your moans and your echoes
Antique you auctioned and sold
Inhale cause I'm nervous
Inhale cause I'm nervous
I look good on purpose
I'll swallow my anxiety
Wreak your havoc inside of me
And yet I'll still beg you for more
Maybe if I sink my teeth in the right way
You won't break me and walk out that door
Maybe if I sink my teeth in the right way
I'll leave you with the best kind of bruise
Maybe if I sink my teeth in the right way
You'll be one less thing I have to lose
I'll stammer on hammers and strings
(One less thing I have to lose)
I'll stammer on hammers and strings
(One less think I have to lose)
I'll stammer on hammers and strings
Won't you come and collect your things
I'll stammer on hammers and strings
I'll stammer on hammers and strings
Hammers and strings
I'll stammer on, stammer on, stammer on, stammer on
Hammers and strings
I'll stammer on hammers and strings
