There's a pistol on the paper
From last time we talked
I throw her in a field and tell her to speak
It's a threat with our clothes off

Boiling my blood till it's bubbling under the skin of my thighs
It's love
But you would never think that
If you were looking at it from above

She's clothed in black egg whites
Hair to the floor, weighed with water
She smiles at me like I'm a camera
She's a shadow that's mimicking me slightly wrong

For her, I'd attach a Ford Bronco 1970 at my hip
And jump into the sea
And when I meet her at the bottom
I'd let her do anything to me

I put a pen to paper like putting a gun to my head
No human body permitted to treat me the way I beg
I beg her to

She arched and broke her back in my open skin
The only one who can kill me with permission

And honey, that's all I was made for
All I was meant to do
I'm a microphone for all her clogged words to comb through

And honey, that's all I was made for
All I was meant to do
I'm just something, something made for you

I put a pen to paper
I hold her like she's a gun
And she comes into me like water into your shoes
You can hide, but you can't run

Playing quiet on the cassette
Using silence like a threat
I put a pen to paper like putting a gun to my head
No human body permitted to treat me the way I beg
I beg her to

She arched and broke her back in my open skin
The only one who can kill me with permission
And she's the only one that keeps me terrified to die
That someday, somehow, somewhere
The ink in her eyes will dry

And everything I never said
Is only six feet away
All the unwritten songs humming static in her ribcage

And when her work is complete
Her masterpiece on a stage
You will clap for her, for the mess of me she's made
And when her work is complete
Her masterpiece on a stage
You will clap for her, for the mess of me she's made

And honey, that's all I was made for
All I was meant to do
I'm just something, something made for you

And honey, that's all I was made for
All I was meant to do
I'm just something, something made for you