Skin And Script

(альбом: The Closest Thing To Home - 2017)

All you are is black ink on blue lines
But all I am is one notch in a bedpost
Or at most the ghost that keeps you warm
Just the ghost

We went searching for some comfort by using one another
Both needing lovers of some sort, but it was vile and it was cheap
And we trade for what we need with words and curves behind closed doors

I bought the lines I needed from you
Slipping out of that dress and my high heel shoes
I guess I needed my fix too
I spent the nights, oh, you spent your words
And we both got hooked, we both got burned
'Cause I move the way that you like
And you fed me your best lines
And we took one more hit of skin and script

You lose me in your sleep tucked beneath the same sheets that shelter my bare skin
And I lose my mind when I rewind every time I tasted your sweat I breathed your heat in
'Cause the only way you keep me warm now is burning lyrics I wrote down

And I bought the lines I needed from you
Slipping out of that dress and my high heel shoes
I guess I needed my fix too
I spent the night and smoked your words
'Til we both got high, we all got worse
'Cause I love you like you needed
And you became my addiction
Sweet and sick
With one more hit of skin and script