God I can feel your eyes through the walls
Devastated and wanting to talk
I like the coldness of the kitchen counter and the warmth of breath in my face
I’m so good watch me stand in my place

How's it going a room away?
I’ll carry the burden of the break

You want it fast now
You want a piece of mind
Foot on the gas pedal
A little overtime
A minute of silence
You wanna gimme more
Moment of weakness
You want an even score

God you can turn my joints into rust
Renaissance face I’m desperate to touch
Denim on denim and cotton on lace
I’m no good let me stand in my place

How’s it feelin a room away?
Carrying the burden to break

You want it fast now
You want a piece of mind
Foot on the gas pedal
A little overtime
A minute of silence
You wanna gimme more
Moment of weakness
You want an even score

It was the sweet part of the summer
When the water was 90 degrees and steam rolled off your back
And my eyes drank it straight like bourbon on the coldest cube of ice in the tray
Frozen by god herself
And I saw me as lucky for inventing the softest thing I could not touch
And I wanted it so much
And I wanted it so much
And I wanted it so much

You want it fast now
You want a piece of mind
Foot on the gas pedal
A little overtime
A minute of silence
You wanna gimme more
Moment of weakness
You want an even score