Come home late
You've been making up stories
About where you been.
Listen, I'm not crazy.
But who gets off thinking
They can wander round
Without a care for me.
I know what you want
And who you got it from.
It's because
I haven't made a decent living yet
I made you turn to that.
It's from keeping myself locked up
Oh there's no excuse
Worth seeking now.
Your body is the proof
That no one should do
What you do.
No matter how I look
You seem unreal to me.
Unraveling you.
The play is on.
The night is meltin'
Under your tongue.
Oh how long
Were you planning to run?
