I. Kiss, Kiss
Kiss, kiss my fingertips.
Let my taste linger on your lips.
Lie to me, tell me I'm beautiful.
I couldn't bear to hear the truth.
(No, not from you.)
II. Nights On The Bathroom Floor
Feels like we're finally alive
In this small room, Girl,
But what did you expect?
Your cold body held tight to my chest.
I am no more. I am no less.
Morning knocks on my door.
I am a mess. I am a mess.
III. Catch
I want to catch you, hold you,
Keep you warm, call you my own.
Whenever you feel yourself falling,
Take me, break me, make me feel.
Kill this uncertainty. Make me strong,
As strong as you've been pretending to be.
IV. Neverland
I have found Neverland
Shaking nervously as she drinks
From the palms of my hands
Cupped for her to sip and savor
Mouths meet, her flavor, her flavor
She drinks from the palms of my hands
V. Pour Another Round
Breathe in deeply until
I can feel my breath on
Your neck, giving you chills.
Drink that bottle dry, empty,
Smashed on an old wooden porch.
These awkward glances get me by,
So breathe in deeply, drink until
You are empty and, Girl,
I will fill you up.
VI. A Morning, Mislead
Strung out from the night before,
Bare feet out on the back porch.
And I can hear footsteps on the floor.
They're getting closer. Closer.
I couldn't love you more, in the cold
January air, I swore.
I couldn't love you more than I do
On this old wooden porch.
VII. The Carousel
Just drink, my Dear, and
I'll bury you where you first fell (for me),
Tuck you in, under (this paved street).
Mind's a carousel, all music, wonder (love me).
Until it ends, until it is over.
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