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
