Picked

You wanna steal a little part of me

You wanna dig yourself a hole in my skin

Make a home of something scary

I won’t tell you how to begin

 

We’ll fit like squares in circles

Jammed into coziness

You’ll smooth out all my edges

And we won’t hold hands, we’ll just touch wrists

 

Keep your chaos over there

Just hang it off your lips

You know I picked you for my poison

I intend to drink all of it, yeah

I intend to drink all of it, yeah

 

But you’re not a switchblade lover,

Something to sharpen my tongue on,

If I wanted just a pretty mess

I’d paint myself in his bloody kiss

And we won’t hold hands,

We won’t hold hands,

We won’t hold hands we’ll touch wrists

 

Keep your chaos over there

Just hang it off your lips

You know I picked you for my poison

I intend to drink all of it, yeah

I intend to drink all of it, yeah