are you always so sour
or are you playing pretend
i can't make you as happy
as your best friend

but i can give you my skin
and the sound that it makes
when it touches the rim
of your ***** mistakes

are you always so sour
or is it the dark table
i can't really devour you
as good as that "black label"

but i can find you in ashes
and bring back your colours
with the light from the crashes
of my previous lovers