I’ve been beating the marks on my neck
To keep pieces of you for the world
Come on yellow, bring the dark blue back
I’m not a lonely girl
Still my legs don’t look quite the same
When I walk you to your car
Let me catch my breath dear what a shame
We’re spending this time apart
So are we just fucking, or is this something lovely?
Or maybe this is heaven, as good as it gets.
Sink back in this with me
Where it feels like home not just a gamble
And it smells like gin and condom wrappers
And the only light comes from jesus candles
Baby you left my faith in shambles
We don’t believe
But you still scream
Oh my God
I guess I’ll roll another cigarette
Have a coffee while I wait up
The marks left there on the side of my neck
Are almost gone
Still my legs don’t look quite the same
When I walk you to your car
Let me catch my breath dear what a shame
We’re spending this time apart
So are we just fucking, or is this something lovely?
Or maybe this is heaven, as good as it gets.
Sink back in this with me
Where it feels like home not just a gamble
And it smells like gin and condom wrappers
And the only light comes from jesus candles
Baby you left my faith in shambles
We don’t believe
But you still scream
Oh my God
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