lyrics
Sorry for miss spelling. I figure I leave it exactly the way I wrote it/typed it. I type fast with fast thoughts and don't care about changing the spelling O_o
*VERSE1
mistake maybe guilty when I touched those breast/
I know she had a man, I put the hormones to the test/
like a potters wheel my hands moved the body slow
She played the studio engineer and raised the tempo/4
parking lot hook up sweat seeping out the car/
No blankets, she had a sunroof, were covered in the stars/
I thought she had a rum scented freshener in the car/
then remembered, she worked at the local dive bar/8
Her phone was blowing up, I don't think she didn't give a fuck/
fingers dug into my back, I thought the claws were stuck/
Kissed my lips right off, spit um on the dashboard/
toes in the ash tray pretending it's a sand floor/12
Her phone hit the floor, ringing for the 4th time/
Same ringtone, Atmosphere, sunshine/
and right before I place a piece of me inside of her/
my conscious smacks me in my face and the guilt starts to burn/16
CHORUS
I can feel our breath, I can feel our breath/
I can feel our breath turning black/
I can feel our breath, I can feel our breath/
I can feel our breath turning black/
exchanging fake love, exchanging fake emotion/
when I open my eyes I'm swimming in a black ocean/
her flesh, her body is my sexual void that's filled/
I'm guilty as charged and too broke to pay the bill/
*CHORUS
*VERSE 2
I pry my hands like the back of a hammer to a nail/
I couldn't pull away from her skin intentions running stale/
It felt like holding up a flower and letting it go/
in the wind Followed by my sin, throwing back a grin/
Ok its time to close and lock the door, I got the keys/
She grabs me by the right place, at the wrong time ya see/
she claims it's what she needs, she even says please/
licks and bites her lip as I give into the disease/8
I don't know if I want a cure, I think I'm sure/
it's crawling in my skin I kinda want the in-pure/
pelvis's moving like the salt water on the shore/
in Hawaii to the rhythm of a Beethoven score/12
I feel like a whore sharpening karmas teeth/
like they're butterfly knives and her lips are the sheath/
she wants to cleave though my sanity I can tell/
she wants me to bleed by the way that she breaths/16
*CHORUS
*VERSE 3
And I feel like we broke up and weren't even in a relationship/
your hands are taken and feel like a vacant spaceship/4
floated on infinite asking myself, are we there yet/
impatient a bad case of attention Deficit/
You wanted something more and I just couldn't provide it/
So close but the tide wasn't high enough for diving/8
You were the perfect idea like mariscos and lime/
And thats why we're here now, back in the same line/
Common Alcohol holds the grip on our minds/
Hoping in the car like no worries on the DUI/
That's why we stop now before the breath turns black/
And even though you took that dance you still looked back/
Cuz You know the game we played, but smiled at me different/
I liked it a lot but pretended that I didn't/
it was good that you left well I know we're still friends/
but I still know how you look underneath that dress/
So I miss the touch And I miss the skin/
I miss being friends with benefits/
credits
from
Happy Endings Ep,
released January 27, 2012
Credits:
Record Label: RisingSons Independent
Catalog: RisingSons Independent.0006
2012 All rights reserved, Blake A. Borisoff & Kelii L. Behasa
Executive Producers: Blake A. Borisoff & Kelii L. Behasa
All Beats Produced & Mixed By: Kelii L. Behasa @ His House, Kailua Kona HI (Using Fruity Loops)
All Lyrics written and rapped by: Blake A. Borisoff
Mixed & Mastered by: Blake A. Borisoff @ RisingSons Indie Home Studios, Los Angeles CA (Using Logic Pro)
Assistance Engineer: Alex McDonald & David
Additional Vocals By:
Stevi Daft
Original Cover Art By: Nora Martin-Hall
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