I've got a guilty conscience, and a fresh tasting mouth
We'll I've got a filthy closet, and a dangerous sense of style
I have uncovered a new gem, in a bed of rocks
And I've uncovered a new gem, and learned a new way of polishing
Could be set in a wedding band
Or placed in that necklace around your neck
I swear I have seen that place before
It hangs around your neck
I know this isn't set in stone
Whoa, darling
My sweet darling. (Yeah, oh)
Whoa darling, you know I'm best at f*cking you up
Let the words roll from the back of your throat
Well the world moves so fast, yet I move so slow
(I just want my movements back)
Feel these words, come undone
I feel the world away, to be safe
With your walls, stretched around
Feel the words release from your throat
Let the worlds roll, from the back of your throat
Let them hit the floor
Pick them up, use them once more
And lastly, I know that you tend to not agree
But that's fine with me (the liar)
Love can't be purchased, I am the buyer