Lovin' you Dangerous - Kill the Vultures

It’s the Valentine’s Day massacre all over again

Criminals dress as cops, fools fall in love

Readin' palindromes backwards gettin' nowhere again

Progress stops, feelin' stalled, all stuck

Kick my muse in the stomach out of boredom

Maybe to spark somethin', I don’t know

Lick my wounds out of hunger, beatin' on that war drum

As if I ever went to war for you, now there’s a good joke

Goodbye, I’ve said so many times, I’ll say it again

The hands that braid your hair can’t pull you back like I can

I’ve touched every crush, but only been in love once

The type of girl that puts a hurtin' and pulls off a blunt

Lick the clit and satisfy all your layers of skin

Tip my dick into the ocean, drown in the wind

Love-making, vibration, break down the whole building

Copulation breaks these bricks but we can rebuild 'em

You wear your wounds well, you’re used to the stitches

From me not confessing to crimes I committed

Was caught by your innocence, wished it was mine

The only victim of a victimless crime

Echoes fade into the night, until his wall is silent

There’s no response, he’s flippin' furniture, where is she hiding

He’s draining all the worst blood and screaming at Poseidon

She lives behind his eyelids, but he don’t know where she’s hiding

The sky’s about to fall now, whole thing’s black and swollen

He knows they planned to jump him where they first met, like she told 'em

He promised her the stars above, they stared out to the ocean

Who the- Who the fuck is she holding?!

Um my- my laugh- my laughter is crooked, it’s wrong

Y’all- y’all know there’s something wrong, but y’all- y’all, y’all play along

Sing my song to stones of heart, silence always answers

Sittin' here, with centipedes, these memories are cancer

Motherfuck!

Love songs, something for the dead to dance to

Love songs, something for the dead to dance to

Love songs, something for the dead to dance to

Love songs, something for the dead to dance to

You wear your wounds well, you’re used to the stitches

From me not confessing to crimes I committed

Was caught by your innocence, wished it was mine

The only victim of a victimless crime

Love songs, something for the dead to dance to

Love songs, something for the dead to dance to

Love songs, something for the dead to dance to

Love songs, something for the dead to dance to

Love songs, something for the