Your back’s pressed up against the wall that’s

Almost the same color as my back, bare

Get me alone, baby

It’ll seem simpler

Caught in the moment,

lipstick stains your face

We can make it

There’s no need for a victim or a villain

This doesn’t have to be another Shakespearean tragedy

I’m not thinking twice, and we both know you won’t even pause to hesitate

If and only if you promise

That you’ll stick around when things get bad,

We can do bad things

Try to make me scream

You’re too paranoid about losing me in a crowd I still

Can’t help but attempt to please

Holding my breath, holding it back

Hoping the cards will turn on back

I made you laugh 

I’d call that a huge success

I don’t miss you when you’re in another country

But I do when you’re suddenly standing

Two feet in front of me

We can make it