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