Picture a place that's far from danger

A nicer place to cash your chips

I'm not the one holding you hostage

Squeezed inbetween my lips

We're not supposed to be lovers

Or friends, like they'd have us believe

We're not supposed to know each other

Accept my apology

I was a babe stuck in a tree branch

Banging on my rusty cradle bars

Until I stole your middle finger

Now, who's the one in charge?

We're not supposed to be lovers

Or friends, like they'd have us believe

We're not supposed to know each other

Accept my apology

Vain, underground, fist, face down

Bruise as they heal my pain

Food on the flight, bread, fist, bite

Drawn from the orange juice crane

Picture a person you've forgotten

Kissing your brother or your friend

Picture a wounded entertainer

Cutting his hair again