Skin, It Itches

The argument starts in my head
And spreads out like a mold
From weak spots in the ceiling
Down to the base of the wall
And this place looks like a film set
A storage unit or a hospital bed
But not like anywhere you really live
It's your old bedroom
Where you smoke like a car tyre
On a pile of car tyre carcasses on a bonfire
And I hyperventilate, hold my breath
And fold my arms across my chest

Push me down, push me down
'Cause I like the way your name tastes in my mouth
I like the way your name tastes

It's hard to start, it's hard to start again
Nought's not a positive number
It's just the sum of the game
First you're just filling the hours
Then you're counting the days
And every time the record breaks, the record breaks

At the bleeding edge of history
Carving its own way into you and me
Building distance in our heads
We cannot make manifest in our feet

And there is something pressing its teeth deep
Into the exposed bare soles
We barely feel it though
Like skin, it itches when my body's not clean
Mind crawls, intrusive thoughts
And violent fantasies

De-de de-de de-de de de-de-de

It hurts a lot, it hurts a whole lot
That's why we laugh about it
That's why we don't talk
It hurts a lot, it hurts a whole lot
That's why we laugh about it
That's why we don't talk

And you're in the front seat, taking a phone call
Tongue in your front teeth, kept in a chokehold
Filling the hour, I walk to your house the whole way
I am cutting new ruts, I am carving new names
Are you saving up all the shame on the inside?
Going over the same old good time?

De-de de-de de-de de de-de-de
Going over the same old good time

Down, push me down
'Cause I like the way your name tastes in my mouth
I like the way your name tastes

It hurts a lot, it hurts a whole lot
That's why we laugh about it
That's why we don't talk

We had a plan, this wasn't it
I thought we were accomplices
We had some time, it all ran out

I like the way your name tastes in my mouth
I like the way your name tastes in my mouth

De-de de-de de-de de de-de-de

It hurts a lot, it hurts a whole lot
That's why we laugh about it
That's why we don't talk
That's why we don't talk