Fucking The Exhibits

Hold on to the things that you don’t want to keep
Take what you want off the literature heap
Catapult the things that you’d rather forget
To where absence of life lives in regret
A bicycle stance is hell in your eyes
If I could ride
I’d right and ride and ride
One last chance is all I’ve found
Hold me carefully
And I’ll lie and lie and lie
Back where I belong
A dissatisfied glance with a stern disrespect
I’ll give you an inch
And how hard could it get?
I’ll hold you to this like I did the first kiss
I’m waiting outside
I want to taste your abyss
A bicycle stance, it’s blood in your eyes
If I could ride
I’d ride and ride and ride and ride
One last chance is all we’ve found
So hold me carefully
And I’ll lie and lie and lie back where we belong
I’m a live wire
I’m electricity
And I’ll be fucking the exhibits
Because they’re in front of me
You don’t change a thing for me
I’m here again
You don’t change a thing for me again