I call action to the scene 
only a small fraction will make it to the screen 
this is but a contorted synapse of your perception 

this is exactly where I wanted us to be 
left without something I can't find in you 
sparked by an intermittent touch 
I am sure that you never again will have all of me 

a weary transgression has made its transit 
to my yearning heart 
this lead will fit better when it's lodged between 
your cowardice 
slowing your palpitations 

this game is hardly a softer version of an eye to eye 
causing me to think of [bad word] and gone 
well tonight you'll know I'm here 
as my breath trickles up your thigh 

pucker up and taste the pain this time 
c'mon baby pucker up taste the pain inside 

a weary transgression has made its transit 
to my yearning heart 
this lead will fit better when it's lodged between 
your cowardice 
slowing your palpitations 

you will forever know my face (is beautiful) like the back of your hand 
you will forever know my face (is beautiful) like the back of your hand 

the chalk outline tells me us won't work 
I don't think you'll make it back this time 
the chalk outline tells me us won't work 
I don't think you'll make it back this time 
the chalk outline tells me us won't work 
I don't think you'll make it back this time.