Wild Mornings & Baby Steps

I see red skies, i see shame
I see mornings of hating her name
but i see castles and futures when i see the princess in you

I want tired arms and tired lips
I want to hold you when you're feeling so goddamn sick
I want you all for myself because, baby, you drive this little boy insane
And mamá, my thoughts are as crumbled as the cheesecakes we made

Roll me over, push me under
scold me mother, and nurture your child
so tortured and wild

Call me simba, or call me prince
call me all the worst fucking things that you can think
God, your vampire voice drives a stake through my heart when we speak

We need effigies or plastic hands
We need closets for hiding all my codeine when i'm acting like a man
your pretty little eyes burn a hole through the skin on my face
You know, i've stopped getting high because your touch gets me higher than space

Roll me over, push me under
Scold me mother, and nurture your child
So tortured and wild

but the mornings are mine, the mornings are mine
the mornings are mine, the mornings are mine
the mornings are mine, I get so fucked up sometimes
the mornings are mine, we all get fucked up sometimes
but the mornings are mine...