Album: Fake History (2011)

This Mime (A Sex Symbol)

Now why don't you-
Damn I'd love to
The thing is, I've seen the bed
That I'll make love to you in
We'll sleep in it
Make peace in it
We'll cut off our noses and breathe it in
We can't afford to bleed in it
So keep on the plastic you received it in

Now put your faith on layaway
You claim confidence
Foreplay bravery
Now put your faith on layaway
A pale confidante
Just stop.

I can't stand the taste of tongue when I'm speaking
They keep asking me to talk
For a man with two broken legs
Although backwards, you're walking the walk pretty well

Now I've got you
Right where any man would want you
Depicting a man on fire
Hoping you'll sweat, too
Let's make believe
That you're willingly
Breathing it in, the likes of me
At least you know how to rescue breathe
At once saving them & sharing your disease

I can't stand the taste of tongue, no
I keep asking me to stop
Talk on
They keep asking me, asking me?
Telling me
They keep asking me to stop
Stop this