Stranger
Stranger
I can only see your face when I stop moving
Seems like in every time and place my eyes just linger
But I seem to find a comfort in the crook of your elbow
And I find salvation where your nape meets your spine
And stranger
I've never ever believed in deities
But I find your body holy
In the way it intertwines
With mine, mine, oh mine
Stranger
I've pricked million holes in my skin
Just hoping
That someone strange would take the time to look within
'Cause I seem to find an exhale in the droplets
That the needle pulls from me
Just like it would with cloth and thread
And stranger
I never look up at the night stars
Cause I know those pinpricks mirror me
And their light is already dead
Stranger
I know this sounds a bit morose
But I'm tired of these flat lands and talking plainly for other's comfort
Cause I find my calm in dark talks on a barstool
And I find my god in tears mixed with wine
And stranger
You know, thoughts and ink make trouble
But trouble would find me anyway
So I sit and start to write, write, write, oh write
Stranger
I'll never tell you my name you wanna know why
Cause names were picked by others
And those names can carry lies
So call me needlepoint and call me pinprick
You can even call me plain Jane if you'd like
But stranger
I've never ever believed in anything
'Til you sat down right beside me
And you took me and looked inside
Stranger
I can only see your face when I stop moving
I can only see your face when I stop moving
Seems like in every time and place my eyes just linger
But I seem to find a comfort in the crook of your elbow
And I find salvation where your nape meets your spine
And stranger
I've never ever believed in deities
But I find your body holy
In the way it intertwines
With mine, mine, oh mine
Stranger
I've pricked million holes in my skin
Just hoping
That someone strange would take the time to look within
'Cause I seem to find an exhale in the droplets
That the needle pulls from me
Just like it would with cloth and thread
And stranger
I never look up at the night stars
Cause I know those pinpricks mirror me
And their light is already dead
Stranger
I know this sounds a bit morose
But I'm tired of these flat lands and talking plainly for other's comfort
Cause I find my calm in dark talks on a barstool
And I find my god in tears mixed with wine
And stranger
You know, thoughts and ink make trouble
But trouble would find me anyway
So I sit and start to write, write, write, oh write
Stranger
I'll never tell you my name you wanna know why
Cause names were picked by others
And those names can carry lies
So call me needlepoint and call me pinprick
You can even call me plain Jane if you'd like
But stranger
I've never ever believed in anything
'Til you sat down right beside me
And you took me and looked inside
Stranger
I can only see your face when I stop moving
Credits
Writer(s): Lila Coley
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