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 have us believe
We're not supposed
to know eachother
Accept my apology
I was a babe stuck
in a treebranch
Banging on my rusty cradle bars
Until I stole your middle finger
Now who's the one
in charge
We're not supposed to
be lovers
Or friends like they
have us believe
We're not supposed
to know eachother
Accept my apology
Vein underground
Fist, Face Down
Ooze as they heal my pain
Food on the flight
Breakfast bite
Drop from the
orange juice crane
Picture a person
you've forgotten
Kissing your brother
or your friend.
Picture a wounded entertainer
Cutting his hair again.