hands like a sickness, a fever dream when we touch
i breathe into your weakness and live in your lungs
tell me, baby girl, don’t it taste so sweet
something about the borderline does it for me
it’s friction, but it’s just enough
finger on the trigger, can you call my bluff?
she said “come on, baby boy, don’t it taste so sweet?
something about the outlaws make me weak”
“theres a devil in every bruise”, you told me
“but nothing’s quite as pretty as the black and blues”
but there’s an angel in your blood flow too
a skin-kneed, last-ditch attempt at innocence
so come and cut your teeth
on the edge between what’s good for me
and every little thing i want
you know, nobody does fucked up like us
come invade my veins
you’re the fix i keep an arm’s length away
no, i never wanna risk the rush
honey, i’m afraid i’m gonna love it
just a little too much
kiss me with a swiftness cause beauty doesn’t last long
and i can wreck a good thing enough on my own
so tell me who the hell’s idea was this?
just a trainwreck kid and his accomplice
well, ain’t it beautiful the way it burns?
something romantic in the way it hurts
they tried to fix us but we just got worse
if they’re going guns out, then we’re coming out first
when it all burns down the word around town
will be those cold-souled kids have really done it now