you're not tired

Where is my right?
Hands empty, all but gravel.
so they're in the air, but fight
me. Pick me up love,
pick me up and put me in my place.
They don't know sin.
No, we're not tied.
And you're not tired.
You just miss your girlfriend.

Yes, there's a line.
To the back boy.
Where's your backbone?
I'm cold, I'll sign
away what we said.
Paint your mail black. and kill you off.
They don't know sin.
No really, you lose.
Put on your I-just-wanna-be-punk-rock shoes
and go home to your girlfriend.

I'll change my mind.
Hold your tshirt
ransom 'til you hold me.
I counted 89
and all the orchid petals
and the grass stains read like tea leaves.
They don't know shit.
We are at war.
Forfeit once more to your mistress.