Rust-Tasted Kisses

Smudged lipstick

On your collar

On her neck

Tangled bracelets

Three hands shaking on the wreck

You call it wrong

I call it honest appetite

Two shadows

Same hunger in the bathroom light

I bite back

I don’t ask permission

Rust-tasted kisses

Split decision

I want her laugh

I want your friction

I’m not your curse

I’m contradiction

If it burns

Then let it burn through

I won’t fit the shape you drew

Black nail marks

In your shoulders

In her thighs

You say “choose”

I just stare you in the eyes (yeah)

Love’s a knife

I learned dancing on the edge

I bleed truth

Both sides of the broken pledge

I bite back

I don’t ask permission

Rust-tasted kisses

Split decision

I want her laugh

I want your friction

I’m not your curse

I’m contradiction

If it burns

Then let it burn through

I won’t fit the shape you drew

Tell your god I taste like trouble (trouble)

Tell your friends I came in twos

Tie me up in all your labels

Watch me rip right through the noose (hey)

I bite back

I don’t ask permission

Rust-tasted kisses

Split decision

I want her laugh

I want your friction

I’m not your curse

I’m conviction

If it burns

Then let it burn through

I won’t fit the shape you drew

I won’t fit

I won’t fit the shape you drew