Darkening my skin doesn't ever help hide me from this
I just wanna see you on a bathroom floor
Afraid of everything that you've done
It doesn't ever get much better than this
You keep on disappearing into a debauched little yellow motel
Oh I'll care for the dead until you get back
Crystal champagne stars stare down in their voyeuristic silence
It always seemed like three was a crowd to me
Bodies all around now, looking for fun
What no one really wants is me
It's not what you think, it's nothing at all
You just go on making a bid old scene
Well now it's not really up to you at all
Is it so hard to fake it enough for me to believe that it's real
And is it so hard to make me feel like you want it too
Cops outside are pushing through
But now it's getting later and I'm not feeling very lucky at all
Weapons drawn and raised right at my neck
Where I want you now is right on the other side of the bed
Falling into each others skies