Scratch the page with the next time you cross my face.
Because you know that I hold close the way you screamed my name.
I suggest you dry yourself, within my own refraction time,
An adaptation of one-night lovers and last night's lies.
I didn't mean to make you that night.
You kept keeping me up, you kept keeping me up.
The words were wrong but God felt so right.
I couldn't stand to be up, I couldn't stand to be.
And I was so reckless.
And I couldn't be bare to be hopeless.
Are these the words that you dreamt when you heard I wrote songs.
Am I the way I should taste based on the sight of my tongue.
It's been too long for me to say this. (Just say it.)
So, pardon my anachronistic tone.
I didn't mean to make you that night.
You kept keeping me up, you kept keeping me up.
The words were wrong but God felt so right.
I couldn't stand to be up, I couldn't stand to be.
And I was so reckless.
And I couldn't be bare to be hopeless.
Do these words help fill the void?
Scrape my knees against your voice.
Tie my tongue around your hips.
Cold air from your fingertips.
Do these words help fill the void?
(I'm screaming on the other side.)
Scrape my knees against your voice.
(Begging you to break my stride.)
Tie my tongue around your hips.
(Biting at your persistence)
Cold air from your fingertips.
(Fighting all your sleeplessness.)
I can't be what you need.
(You kept keeping me up)
(I didn't mean to make you)
I couldn't fight your persistence.
Still gnawing at your sleeplessness.
Awake in all this emptiness.
God, help me break this wicked grip.

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