lovely

I told him I liked his style, he said "thanks, it's avoidant

The scuffs on his shoes and the stain on his shirt tells me that he gets involved

With all the wrong people and all the wrong things

They cut off his fingers and stole all his rings

A cigarette hangs from his mouth and he breathes it in whole

And if he fell between the bedframe and the wall I'd find him down there

But I know he'd shut down my compliments oh so abruptly

The only thing he knows how to take is the blame

It's always the ones with the curls and the biblical names

And God, I wanna tell him

He's so lovely