Seattlantis - The Fall of Troy

Oh dear

I’ve been a bad, bad, boy

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad boy

Shut your mouth

All of it tangled in your mind

Tangible

The way that I want you to feel to me

Light the match

Your pile of clothes disappear

Color ourselves

And shade you in lies

Talk you to sleep

On the other end of the line

You beg for

Your life

Sleep by day

Sleep the day by

Pull the shades

To blackout our illicit games

Arson’s just a felony

And trusting you is burning me

Oh my god, I’m cracking up

Is this made up

This hell I’ve made

She’s tying up herself

Let’s map apart her cells

And smell the endorphins

She’s tying up herself

Who’s she gonna tell

Not him