Tattoo Girl

She sets herself one last time

To be the canvas.In her mind

She can feel the needle biting in

To spread the black beneath her skin

That sting that used to catch her breath

Has grown tired and cold with each scarring caress

And the hum and the smoke hang heavy as her head

Float down through the cracks as she remembers what he said He said

I'm gonna write you a song

So I'll remember when you are gone

It's been 14 days without my tattoo girl

I'd go on and on so I'll just write you a song

She gets to sleep on books and wine

That stains the pages every time

She's refreshingly a little bit crazy

How she looks right through me

He dreams of her breath upon his face

Getting tangled up in sheets to drown in her embrace

So he writes that words about the shape he's in

It's time like this that she pours out of him. Man, does she pour out of him

She wakes to the voices screaming, driving her toward something true

And he wants to know if she can hear him screaming for her too

Driving high through all the lights while staring at the moon