I don't need to smoke with a fix like you
A bright red flame in an eye that's blue
You take my truck and you drive it true
Back to the barn where you ran me through
I filmed your face, but on different nights
When the bats flew low in the traffic lights
Your shoulders low and your coat was right
And I loved your lips on your overbite
Bitten, smitten
It's all been written
Snatched from the gra**
Like a brand-new kitten
Lashed, pa**ed
I have ama**ed
A list of things
I think you'd last
I didn't love gra** till I skinned my knee
I didn't love skin till the bumblebee
I didn't know you till you weren't there
I didn't breathe smoke till I cursed the air