Even though you want it
You really shouldnt think about it
Treason is a tar pit
Its so tacky to preserve alone
Can you live like a crow?
Theres your answer.
As you pick at my bones with your friends
And their barren tongues wont fill your lungs.
Love tends to dry in hands that dont try
And you can find it in a heartbeat, and leave it tangled in the bed sheets
Come on say youve done it
Though we dont have to talk about it
The stains left on the carpet
Scream loud enough for all to know
Do your legs fail the floor?
Theres your answer
A mistake with a sword
Needs a ransom
But youve got no jazz to have the cash
Love tends to dry in hands that dont try
And you can find it in a heartbeat, and leave it tangled in the bed sheets
In a coat for assault, desperate and bleak.