Lyrics Lovin' you Dangerous - Kill the Vultures

Lovin' you Dangerous

It’s the Valentine’s Day massacre all over again
Criminals dress as cops, fools fall in love
Readin' palindromes backwards gettin' nowhere again
Progress stops, feelin' stalled, all stuck
Kick my muse in the stomach out of boredom
Maybe to spark somethin', I don’t know
Lick my wounds out of hunger, beatin' on that war drum
As if I ever went to war for you, now there’s a good joke
Goodbye, I’ve said so many times, I’ll say it again
The hands that braid your hair can’t pull you back like I can
I’ve touched every crush, but only been in love once
The type of girl that puts a hurtin' and pulls off a blunt
Lick the clit and satisfy all your layers of skin
Tip my dick into the ocean, drown in the wind
Love-making, vibration, break down the whole building
Copulation breaks these bricks but we can rebuild 'em
You wear your wounds well, you’re used to the stitches
From me not confessing to crimes I committed
Was caught by your innocence, wished it was mine
The only victim of a victimless crime
Echoes fade into the night, until his wall is silent
There’s no response, he’s flippin' furniture, where is she hiding
He’s draining all the worst blood and screaming at Poseidon
She lives behind his eyelids, but he don’t know where she’s hiding
The sky’s about to fall now, whole thing’s black and swollen
He knows they planned to jump him where they first met, like she told 'em
He promised her the stars above, they stared out to the ocean
Who the- Who the fuck is she holding?!
Um my- my laugh- my laughter is crooked, it’s wrong
Y’all- y’all know there’s something wrong, but y’all- y’all, y’all play along
Sing my song to stones of heart, silence always answers
Sittin' here, with centipedes, these memories are cancer
Motherfuck!
Love songs, something for the dead to dance to
Love songs, something for the dead to dance to
Love songs, something for the dead to dance to
Love songs, something for the dead to dance to
You wear your wounds well, you’re used to the stitches
From me not confessing to crimes I committed
Was caught by your innocence, wished it was mine
The only victim of a victimless crime
Love songs, something for the dead to dance to
Love songs, something for the dead to dance to
Love songs, something for the dead to dance to
Love songs, something for the dead to dance to
Love songs, something for the