Your stare can rip my clothes off and even peel back my skin
bearing my fear of love and revealing my love of sin
When I look into your eyes I see your soul
I love your skin and bones
I love your skin and bones

My shirt is inside out like my heart is in my head
and these sheets are just as tangled as these webs
The words that we have spoken in this single, silent hour
reminds us that happiness will eventually go sour--
like the milk that you left sitting out
and the loneliness you cry about