Wick Trimmer
Let me tell you how I misbehave
I'm a dapper trendsetter with incredulous ways
It's hard to leave yet difficult to stay
When imbibing your courage with a splash of malaise
Are you anyone's favorite person
And when you touch they scream delight
Come with me and I'll be your subversion
If only for just one night
Last night color into
The frame of reference and vignettes of you
Ignite and sealed with a kiss
And double up on a single fist
Because a man's ego gets burned in the fire
While she keeps all her secrets they're silent and static
Wrapped up in a coat of desire
Stack of one liners all rolled up in tears
That you traded away for a pound of your fears
Everything fixed but fluid in motion
That you took for granted in your innocent years
Last night color into
The frame of reference and vignettes of you
Ignite and sealed with a kiss
And double up and stack 'em up on a single fist
Lay 'em down a demagogue of torrid rage
I'm a fountain of greed
And my lack of doubt is the only proof that I need
Across the street you'll find them
Down the tracks you'll hear them
Words don't heal as much as they cut
I just wanted you all to myself tonight
I'm a dapper trendsetter with incredulous ways
It's hard to leave yet difficult to stay
When imbibing your courage with a splash of malaise
Are you anyone's favorite person
And when you touch they scream delight
Come with me and I'll be your subversion
If only for just one night
Last night color into
The frame of reference and vignettes of you
Ignite and sealed with a kiss
And double up on a single fist
Because a man's ego gets burned in the fire
While she keeps all her secrets they're silent and static
Wrapped up in a coat of desire
Stack of one liners all rolled up in tears
That you traded away for a pound of your fears
Everything fixed but fluid in motion
That you took for granted in your innocent years
Last night color into
The frame of reference and vignettes of you
Ignite and sealed with a kiss
And double up and stack 'em up on a single fist
Lay 'em down a demagogue of torrid rage
I'm a fountain of greed
And my lack of doubt is the only proof that I need
Across the street you'll find them
Down the tracks you'll hear them
Words don't heal as much as they cut
I just wanted you all to myself tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Murray
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