Your back curves like a creeping vine With the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine, yeah In the black-coffee bowl of your eye Why do you overestimate the size of the lie?
I've seen the dangers of your rising sign But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it I resent the way you make me like myself
My nerves jump like a boiling pan Like a skillet full of oil spits rattling on the burner When I stumble onto the thought Of the match you lit and dropped and set the dial to slow yearn
I've seen the dangers of your rising sign But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it I resent the way you make me like myself
Can I spell it out? Ah, can I spell it out?
I've seen the dangers of your rising sign But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it I resent the way you make me like myself I resent the way you make me like myself
