Conflicted

Put hands on my body and you give me chills, one touch I am down and baby it’s your kill

Your fingers, they linger (long after you’re gone)

You can’t hold down a job and never pay your bills, your home décor’s inspired by landfills

And your bedsheets, brothel chic

You got me so conflicted, I look into your eyes and I just drop dead

The way you hold me in your strong arms as the lights go down and keep me safe from harm (though the trouble is you)

I’m so conflicted, your lips are like a drug and I’m addicted

I just can’t get enough but your life is in shambles, this is more than I can handle, yeah

I’m in trouble, trouble, with you

I’m so conflicted

I watch you play these notes wishing you just played me, you’re an artist baby why don’t you paint me like your French girls, make my skin burn

Your reckless stare and that cheap beer, I hate cigarettes but in your smoke I don’t see clear

You’re a hobo, take me home though

Drive me ‘round in your old car, take me to the divest bars,

make me feel like a fucking Onassis

The Queen and the Joker had the most fun,

don’t you think this dress would look even more classy

On your floor, next to the mattress where you make me (ooh)

I can’t quit this, I can’t kick this, I’m so conflicted

You got me so conflicted, I look into your eyes and I just drop dead

The way you hold me in your strong arms as the lights go down and keep me safe from harm (though the trouble is you)

I’m so conflicted, your lips are like a drug and I’m addicted

I just can’t get enough but your life is in shambles, this is more than I can handle, yeah

I’m in trouble, trouble, with you

I’m so conflicted Copyright: Petra Jasmiina