Rising Sign

Your back curves like a creeping vine

With the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine, yeah

In the black-coffee bowl of your eye

Why do you overestimate the size of the lie?

I've seen the dangers of your rising sign

But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter

It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it

I resent the way you make me like myself

My nerves jump like a boiling pan

Like a skillet full of oil spits rattling on the burner

When I stumble onto the thought

Of the match you lit and dropped and set the dial to slow yearn

I've seen the dangers of your rising sign

But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter

It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it

I resent the way you make me like myself

Can I spell it out?

Ah, can I spell it out?

I've seen the dangers of your rising sign

But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter

It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it

I resent the way you make me like myself

I resent the way you make me like myself