Leather Sky

Pound by pound you bleed Plagiarise my dignity I fall out of your silence Cross eyed in the dark Lock your phone and say "This is a new kind of pain" Before you cross stitch my soul Across the shot through leather sky I'm trying to give you everything In the full contact smokers lounge Whistling in Portuguese I fall out of your silence Can't decide what's too far Regardless, I'll still be out in the morning Giving you the time of day I'm trying to give you everything It all gets in the way