The Strangers

Lover, I don’t play to win but for the thrill until I’m

spent

Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole

blacker

I threw flowers in your face on my sister's wedding day

Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole

blacker

You showed up with a black eye looking to go start a

fight

Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole

blacker

Playboys under the mattress like I wouldn't notice

Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole

blacker

What do I share?

What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I

sleep?

Desperate don't look good on you neither does your

virtue

Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole

blacker

Good souls have borne better sons, better souls borne

worse ones

Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole

blacker

What do I share?

What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I

sleep?

You show up with a black eye looking to finish a fight

And lover I don’t play to win but for the thrill until

I’m spent

Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole

blacker