We're Not Supposed to Be Lovers

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 theyd 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 theyd 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.