Tip of your tongue
It speaks to me at night
Know something's wrong
Your eyes put up a fight
Won't be too long
Don't say I didn't try
To see it through
Alright

One rose thorn pricks
The flesh agape
(I get caught up in the motion)
A split lip spits
A single flame

Two people fuck
Upon a marble stone
White crystal gleams
Balanced on a tongue
It turns in place suspended in its own light
Time to erase the line