Bittersweet

Even though you want it

You really shouldn't think about it

Treason is a tar pit

It's so tacky to preserve alone

Can you live like a crow?

There's your answer.

As you pick at my bones with your friends

and their barren tongues won't fill your lungs.

(Love tends to dry in hands that don't try)

And you can find it in a heartbeat, and leave it tangled in the bed sheets

You burn your bridges in the backseat then show up widowed on the high street

Come on say you've done it

Though we don't have to talk about it

The stains left on the carpet

Scream loud enough for all to know

Do your legs fail the floor?

There's your answer

A mistake with a sword

Needs a ransom

But you've got no jazz to have the cash

(Love tends to dry in hands that don't try)

And you can find it in a heartbeat, and leave it tangled in the bed sheets

You burn your bridges in the backseat then show up widowed on the high street

In a coat for assault, desperate and bleak.

Oh so bittersweet.