First with your hands, then with your mouth.
Downpours of sweat, damp cotton clouds.
I was a fool, you were my friend.
We made it happen.
You took off your clothes, left on the light.
You stood there so brave, you used to be shy.
Each feature improved, each movement refined,
And eyes like a show room.
Now they're spreding out the blankets on the beach.
That weather man's a liar, he said it'd be raining,
But it's clear and blue as far as I can see.
Left by the lamp, right next to the bed,
On a cartoon cat pad, she scrached with a pen,
"Everything is as it's always been, this never happened.
Don't take it too bad, it's nothing you did.
Just once something dies, you can't make it live.
You're a beautiful boy, you're a sweet little kid,
But I am a woman."
So I layed back down, wrapped myself up in the sheet.
And I must have looked like a ghost, because something fightened me.
And since then I've been so good at vanishing.
Now I do as I please, and I lie through my teeth.
Someone might get hurt, but it won't be me.
I should probably feel cheap, but I just feel free,
And a little bit empty.
No, it isn't so hard, to get close to me.
There will be no arguements, we'll always agree.
And I'll try and be kind, when I ask you to leave.
We'll both take it easy.
If you stay to long, inside my memory,
I will trap you in a song tied to a melody.
And I'll keep you there so you can't bother me.