You want the big one, storm-born
Big jacket on like it's frigid
You want it all gone, all gone
Blue sweater on, thought you ditched it
You crave a close touch, close touch
Clean hand-me-downs if they're fitted
You hold a soft thought, small pause
Then you rip them off like a virgin
But I know you've done this before, whore
You want the big one, big lawn
Keep it to yourself once you get it
You're at a dive bar, Saint Paul
Acting like the beer's too expensive
You've got a love-licked quick wit
Closing the door before she's finished
I am but too clean too keen
To be this invested in seeing
A light that luminates the skin burns within
And I know you've done this before
Fucking whore
And I know misery is green
Green
Messed with my head too many times
Thought of you wrong, thought of you right
Raising your fist, riding your high
Until it takes me home, takes me home
I'm not your friend, I never was
You did it to them, did it to us
Closing the door, riding your high
Until it takes me home, takes me home
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