Involuntary Rolling I can't feel, is taking place/
The witching hour's whispers coaching rituals and games//
Something giving me a perfect blueprint how to do this...
What goes in's about 8 inches, what comes out of you is music...
You've seen me timid, which is charming, sometimes; cute/
But a lot of things are different. Let me walk a different route//
I'm sick of thinking 'bout the monster in my bed who took my confidence and taunted my indoctrinated head////I've always been my solo lone arch-nemesis/ I guess that's just some cosmic joke for all us narcissists//I'm going to say this to you, soothingly and soft/
Dedicated to sedating you but not with alcohol////
HOOK:
Baby, keep breathing
The anticipation
It reads on your face
and your naked chest heaving
I see you rethinking restraints you've agreed to
Too late, you're spread eagle and soon you'll be s c r e a m i n g
Fix an infinite gaze on the symbol you made, until the simple is subconsciously complicated
...hey, we made it!
And I can tell by your dimples and grin...
V2:
You're soft as cream and silk
But sharp as razor's edge
You've got the body of De Milo and a mechanic in your head
I'm better every day at reading people like a plaque upon a statue of a vagabond, in block letters and caps
I can't forget that red dress
You're fresh-cleaned hair wet
And texts that read, "Are you here yet?"
Shorthand familiar like years had somehow passed.
It wouldn't be until years later I learned time just works like that////
Completely smitten with the way your feet touch the ground/
From "mischievous" to "evil", seems these people just float around// It's kinda funny, that a speak-easy began this/ because it's anything but easy speaking things I want to ask////
Baby, keep breathing
The anticipation
It reads on your face
and your naked chest heaving
I see you rethinking restraints you've agreed to
Too late, you're spread eagle and soon you'll be s c r e a m i n g
Fix an infinite gaze on the symbol you made, until the simple is subconsciously complicated
...hey, we made it!
And I can tell by your dimples and grin...
BREAKDOWN
Baby, keep breathing
The anticipation
It reads on your face
and your naked chest heaving
I see you rethinking restraints you've agreed to
Too late, you're spread eagle and soon you'll be s c r e a m i n g
Fix an infinite gaze on the symbol you made, until the simple is subconsciously complicated
...hey, we made it!
And I can tell by your dimples and grin... that you didn't hate it ;)
