my eyes are tired and my mouth hurts;
sorry, baby, for those useless firsts;
they were never really all that interesting.
she’s a star with a sky catching me long
with intoxicated eyes; a bottle
I’ll gawk through to cover the distance.
you wear such beautiful armor, girl,
but it looks better on the ground—
show me everything, tiger,
show me all you’ve got to show;
don’t leave me alone;
my heart and shoulder hurts something fierce;
cry your curse out for me—
I was never all that interesting;
I really never caught those eyes.
give me an afternoon, doll, and I’ll catch your sighs;
wear you like armor, baby,
wear you like it hurts me.