This song is amazing. Sage fucking francis- I love you.
the one that i'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing and that's simply adorable.
when my time is affordable, dimes pay the price. i get abusive and that's the truth.
it's just a fuckin' shame this is how i choose to communicate,
excuses i produce have their roots in the music i make.
she's not a fan...nor am i famous.
i may just change and adjust
when i branch out and leave. get off my damn couch and achieve
what i dream about, leave my house, hand out my keys
to the sleepless beauty who failed math class and can't count her z's.
ha ha ha ha "the tree died."
she says that she's mine, she's my proprietress.
i can't hold onto most of what i own, besides she likes to kiss
and that's cute. i hug her 'til i start to hurt her.
she wants to dance to my pulse but i've got heart murmurs.
a shark circles our lifeboat 'til its fin folds.
the monster we created might choke in clothes.
i'm naked walking tightropes without big toes,
couldn't see this with a nightscope if my skin glowed.
falling, calling for a safety net.
the great white might drain me of my life, bite into my veiny neck.
wet dreams of falling asleep
could dry up when she sees that i bleed off beat.
head over heels 'cause she's tripping on her own feet,
that puzzled look on her face that isn't complete.
she gives bits and pieces of herself.
while i'm breaking myself open, i pour my contents to her shelf.
pardon me, but is that me wearing my hard-on on my sleeve?
with razor sharp teeth...gnawing at my wrist... how beautiful is this?
the most beautifulist thing in the world,
is making up words when i have none else left to say to a girl.
making her curl up in a ball in the corner of my eye,
taking a time-out, i don't want her to cry.
i don't ever wanna be considered the sort of guy
who says "i just might break your face tonight."
i spread my love like the legs of a crackwhore,
we sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple.
you dance around me like a fire,
blow me away, blow me away.
i spread my love like the legs of a crackwhore,
we sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple.
you dance around me like a fire,
blow me out and i'll send you love poems in the form of smoke signals.
over-average marriage materialist, mr. righteous,
a savage miscarriage of justice. just us and the dust that never settles.
i'm rust that spreads on metal to make it weak, plus disgustingly ugly.
nobody wants to fuck with or touch me.
underappreciative with a hundred weaknesses. what do i need to live?
the blood i bleed is thicker than the skin i shed people with.
beat a fist to the air, pretend to make believe she cares,
'til i open up old wounds, and the usual bruises on my ego appear.
i'm a low self-esteem engine in need of a whorespower. out of sleeping powder.
dark clouds follow me with heat-seekers, i need a colder shower.
the showboat won't expose his open ended quest,
'cause it won't float if it turns out these are permanent echoes in his chest.
i think it's best to turn the reverb down, kill the delay,
and get me the fuck out of this cave!
i could paint you pictures all day.
but i'm not gonna pander to neanderthals that way.
i'm not gonna pander to neanderthals today (uh uh).
the one that i'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing.
she thinks i'm something special. she's my specialist and more beautiful than sex.
'cause only something like sex can make something so lovely turn ugly, and fuck up shit.
i'm holding a sleepless beauty pageant on my shark infested water bed until it's punctured.
i spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until i pull a muscle.
spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until it's see-through.
i spread my love like the legs of a crackwhore,
we sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple.
you dance around me like a fire,
blow me away, blow me away.
i spread my love like the legs of a crackwhore,
we sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple.
you dance around me like my fire,
blow me out and i'll send you love poems in the form of smoke signals.
when my time is affordable, dimes pay the price. i get abusive and that's the truth.
it's just a fuckin' shame this is how i choose to communicate,
excuses i produce have their roots in the music i make.
she's not a fan...nor am i famous.
i may just change and adjust
when i branch out and leave. get off my damn couch and achieve
what i dream about, leave my house, hand out my keys
to the sleepless beauty who failed math class and can't count her z's.
ha ha ha ha "the tree died."
she says that she's mine, she's my proprietress.
i can't hold onto most of what i own, besides she likes to kiss
and that's cute. i hug her 'til i start to hurt her.
she wants to dance to my pulse but i've got heart murmurs.
a shark circles our lifeboat 'til its fin folds.
the monster we created might choke in clothes.
i'm naked walking tightropes without big toes,
couldn't see this with a nightscope if my skin glowed.
falling, calling for a safety net.
the great white might drain me of my life, bite into my veiny neck.
wet dreams of falling asleep
could dry up when she sees that i bleed off beat.
head over heels 'cause she's tripping on her own feet,
that puzzled look on her face that isn't complete.
she gives bits and pieces of herself.
while i'm breaking myself open, i pour my contents to her shelf.
pardon me, but is that me wearing my hard-on on my sleeve?
with razor sharp teeth...gnawing at my wrist... how beautiful is this?
the most beautifulist thing in the world,
is making up words when i have none else left to say to a girl.
making her curl up in a ball in the corner of my eye,
taking a time-out, i don't want her to cry.
i don't ever wanna be considered the sort of guy
who says "i just might break your face tonight."
i spread my love like the legs of a crackwhore,
we sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple.
you dance around me like a fire,
blow me away, blow me away.
i spread my love like the legs of a crackwhore,
we sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple.
you dance around me like a fire,
blow me out and i'll send you love poems in the form of smoke signals.
over-average marriage materialist, mr. righteous,
a savage miscarriage of justice. just us and the dust that never settles.
i'm rust that spreads on metal to make it weak, plus disgustingly ugly.
nobody wants to fuck with or touch me.
underappreciative with a hundred weaknesses. what do i need to live?
the blood i bleed is thicker than the skin i shed people with.
beat a fist to the air, pretend to make believe she cares,
'til i open up old wounds, and the usual bruises on my ego appear.
i'm a low self-esteem engine in need of a whorespower. out of sleeping powder.
dark clouds follow me with heat-seekers, i need a colder shower.
the showboat won't expose his open ended quest,
'cause it won't float if it turns out these are permanent echoes in his chest.
i think it's best to turn the reverb down, kill the delay,
and get me the fuck out of this cave!
i could paint you pictures all day.
but i'm not gonna pander to neanderthals that way.
i'm not gonna pander to neanderthals today (uh uh).
the one that i'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing.
she thinks i'm something special. she's my specialist and more beautiful than sex.
'cause only something like sex can make something so lovely turn ugly, and fuck up shit.
i'm holding a sleepless beauty pageant on my shark infested water bed until it's punctured.
i spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until i pull a muscle.
spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until it's see-through.
i spread my love like the legs of a crackwhore,
we sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple.
you dance around me like a fire,
blow me away, blow me away.
i spread my love like the legs of a crackwhore,
we sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple.
you dance around me like my fire,
blow me out and i'll send you love poems in the form of smoke signals.