Stress

If you were to kiss this and miss
Would your lips still hiss
And quiver like an unfolding flower?
If this is just lust, then it's a must
The sun'll burn your smile
And I can taste the lightning on your breath

A debate in bed, and you
Battered me with pillow feathers
Sheets, and heartstrings and tethers
Intimately wrapped and strangled by your fingers

This is stress
This is stress
This is stress, at best
This is stress, at best, at best, at best

Excuses to be loved
Not an excuse to see me
When the door slams in the morning
I found the breathing in my sleep

This is stress (at best, at best)
This is stress (at best, at best)
This is stress (at best, at best)
This is stress, at best, at best, at best

Curled up, in your open palms
I read the lines like a Sunday psalm
I discovered more teachings in silence between kisses

Laughed at angry marks
Left by my rings
Cheap, plastic things
Cheap, plastic things
Cheap, plastic things
Cheap, plastic things

Now I'll still be calling this a bloody pleasure
Now I'll still be calling this a bloody pleasure

Excuses to be loved
Not an excuse to see me
When the door slams in the morning
I found the breathing in my sleep

This is stress (at best, at best)
This is stress (at best, at best)
This is stress (at best, at best)
This is stress, at best, at best, at best