I lick the cracks on your lips
And tug on the knots in your hair
I follow the stretchmarks down your arms again
And breathe in the scent after days
I beg you not to cut your nails again
I love the stories the dirt entails
I feel such relief, when your skin hits the sheets
Finally, I see the person in front of me
You're highly strung, you hate what you love, oh
So fall into me, pretend that it's meant to be
There are no stakes, you love what you hate, oh
You're bad at drawing straight lines
No matter how hard you try
But I've fallen deep into your vines again
And pray we never untie
I beg you, "Please don't break your heart again"
I love the stories you sing to me
I feel such relief, when your skin hits the sheets
Finally, I see the person in front of me
You're highly strung, you hate what you love, oh
So fall into me, pretend that it's meant to be
There are no stakes, you love what you hate, oh