We're Not Supposed To Be Lovers

Picture a place that's far from danger A nicer place to cash your chips I'm not the one holding you hostage Squeezed in between my lips We're not supposed to be lovers Or friends, like they'd have us believe We're not supposed to know each other Accept my apology I was a babe stuck in a tree branch Banging on my rusty cradle bars Until you stole my middle finger Now who's the one in charge? We're not supposed to be lovers Or friends, like they'd have us believe We're not supposed to know each other Accept my apology Vein underground Fist faced down Bruised as they heal my pain Food on the flight Breakfast bite Dropped from the orange juice crate Picture a person you've forgotten Kissing your brother or your friend Picture a wounded entertainer Cutting his hair again