Sliding

You got some brand-new biology, your dry lip rips on the cigarette
You're always six paces in front of me but I'll have a swing like that in my backyard yet
So why not start the show with a number that I haven't heard since way back when?
I finally locked out your ghost but somehow your flesh has found its way back in

Good Lord, replace the days I lost
And Jesus, would you give it a rest?
We're both hanging upside down on a cross
Trying to look our best
If you put your arms around me, you could feel my cells dividing
And stop me from sliding

My fingers cross in superstition, I have seen your head spin the whole way around (what is it about her that possesses you so?)
If you look closely, ladies and gentlemen, at no time do my knees ever leave the ground (and will you find another who will tell you when it's time to let go?)
We talk about things way too much
The story stays the same
So I can walk without a crutch
That doesn't mean I'm saved