Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

He bit your lip and on the tip of your tongue was your view
The heavy belt wth how you felt
In ways that tilted you

The paper cuts from the love letter you never gave him could not meet
Your new found meat a misbehaving lie

Why,why would you say sorry?
Oh, why would you say?
Why would you say?

You said there was a nagging lack of smiles went dancing on your back
Tenderness a plenty book, that wasn't what you craved
His whole thin heart desire start to make demands
And he adored you,
Would be a fool to make your plans with her