Stress

Lyrics

If you were to kiss this and miss Would your lips still hiss And quiver like an unfolding flower? If this is just lust, then it's a must The sun'll burn your smile And I can taste the lightning on your breath A debate in bed, and you Battered me with pillow feathers Sheets, and heartstrings and tethers Intimately wrapped and strangled by your fingers This is stress This is stress This is stress, at best This is stress, at best, at best, at best Excuses to be loved Not an excuse to see me When the door slams in the morning I found the breathing in my sleep This is stress (at best, at best) This is stress (at best, at best) This is stress (at best, at best) This is stress, at best, at best, at best Curled up, in your open palms I read the lines like a Sunday psalm I discovered more teachings in silence between kisses Laughed at angry marks Left by my rings Cheap, plastic things Cheap, plastic things Cheap, plastic things Cheap, plastic things Now I'll still be calling this a bloody pleasure Now I'll still be calling this a bloody pleasure Excuses to be loved Not an excuse to see me When the door slams in the morning I found the breathing in my sleep This is stress (at best, at best) This is stress (at best, at best) This is stress (at best, at best) This is stress, at best, at best, at best