baby you taste like the blues
even when you're slightly off key
minors and majors making you dangerous
as we intertwine like vines
underneath the bed sheets
i am the instrumental, darling
so will you please be my melody
we harmonize with harmful lies
as we destroy all that we can see
sugar you smell like smooth jazz
always improvising as you go
and i pour myself another glass
because liquor's all i know
this will never ever, ever last
thesewhole notes in mezzo piano
we make our malevolent music
with just a quarter beat of rest
and we argue until we're sick
debilitating deliberating
debating with the best
im all alone with this metronome
its incessant patronizing tick
practice all your problems
and solutions may start to stick
your lips feel like hip-hop my love
my hurting heart skips beats
its funny that when i mute you
i start to finally get some peace
cuthroat crescendos on tempo
you only make sense when you dont speak
