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 they'd have us believe
We're not supposed to know each other
Accept my apology

I was a babe stuck in a tree branch
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 they'd have us believe
We're not supposed to know each other
Accept my apology

Vain, underground, fist, face down
Bruise as they heal my pain
Food on the flight
Bread, fist, 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

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Writer(s): Adam Green