The Narrative

I Can Make A Mess

The Narrative


Some days seem to burn out so slow
The flames chase down the cord to your telephone
Your rosewood eyes and church white smiles glow
Be careful now or I'll consume you whole

Grinding hips and fingers locking in
My lips pressed up on sweat-soaked naked skin
I'll hang my head so you can feel my breath
and breathe you in until there's nothing left

And I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
You can make a mess of me but you never will
And I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
I can make a mess out of you

Baby, you're a good girl, you always tell the truth
and honestly, I'm honest with you too
I place my hand up firm against your face
yea this is how the good girls tend to misbehave

And I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
You can make a mess of me but you never will
And I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
I can make a mess out of you

I can feel your heart beat
I can feel your heart beat
I can feel your heart beat
I can feel your heart beat

Yea, I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
You can make a mess of me but you never will
I bet you never will