Muse

There's a pistol on the paper from last time we talked I throw her in a field and tell her to speak, it's a threat with our clothes off Boiling my blood til it's bubbling under the skin of my thighs, it's love But you would never think that if you were looking at it from above She's clothed in black egg whites Hair to the floor that's weighed with water She smiles at me like I'm camera She's a shadow that's mimicking me slightly wrong For her I'd attach a Ford Bronco 1970 at my hip and jump into the sea And when I meet her at the bottom I'd let her do anything to me I put a pen to paper like putting a gun to my head No human body permitted to treat me the way I beg I beg her to She arched and broke her back in my open skin The only one who can kill me with permission And honey that's all I was made for, all I was meant to do I'm a microphone for all her clogged words to comb through And honey that's all I was made for, all I was meant to do I'm just something, something made for you I put a pen to paper, I hold her like she's a gun And she comes into me like water into your shoes, and you can hide but you can't run Playing quiet on the cassette Using silence like a threat I put a pen to paper like putting a gun to my head No human body permitted to treat me the way I beg I beg her to She arched and broke her back in my open skin The only one who can kill me with permission And she's the only one that keeps me terrified to die That someday somehow somewhere the ink in her eyes will dry And everything I never said is only six feet away All the unwritten songs humming static in her ribcage And when her work is complete, her masterpiece on a stage You will clap for her, for the mess of me she's made And when her work is complete, her masterpiece on a stage You will clap for her, for the mess of me she's made And honey that's all I was made for, all I was meant to do I'm just something, something made for you And honey that's all I was made for, all I was meant to do I'm just something, something made for you