Mean Streak

Lover's at home I’m in my bed nothing to show shot to the head I’m navy blue tinted with red what is it with you that I get If you were alone would we even meet between empty rooms built into dreams flood afternoon watering weeds I buried the key Face me you’re being so fucking mean why you stick with her when you’re always wanting me those tears are sailing an ocean underneath why you stick around don’t you got somewhere to be Love is a joke laugh till you’re dead nobody knows kiss on the neck envious fool secrets are said what is it with you that I get He’s got a mean streak If you were alone would we even meet warm in the womb planted the seed light the fuse taste the debris I buried the key