My lover's eyes are grey like sand
Little teeth bite harder when you're feeding dead hands
Our moment stands high on a silver Lincoln

Better get a move on it before he drives away
Bloody back is a crime
Bloody back is a crime inside my mouth
Sinisters arms are strong like hair
Molecules shake harder when you show me you care
This James Dean baby got me on the run
Move on the run you feed me dead hands
Where this mouth is a dent
Bitchless c spot
When my head ain't what they fix
What they fix
Oh no
Trapped in your skin
I'm pulling in the end
It's got a hold
Turning me into mass
Losing my head

This world is giving me hell?
I'm only here as your ghost
The realisation has been forced in me
That this little love I have for you is in vain
My own awareness suffocates your drive
Move on the run when sweet waters are gone
Where this mouth is a dent
When my head ain't what they fix
What they fix
Oh no

Trapped in your skin
I'm pulling in the end
It's got a hold
Turning me into mass
Losing my head
This world is giving me hell
I'm only here as your ghost
Trapped in your skin
I'm pulling in the end
It's got a hold
Turning me into mass
Losing my head
This world is giving me hell
I'm only here as your ghost

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): Teresa Suarez