my favorite color isn't one you can see
it runs the night and never lets me be

i'm standing down in the same spot where you last fell
waiting for the story you love to tell

when the hardest tongue to bite is licking my lips
there's a damn good reason to sink my ship

so give me pressure
and give me lectures
throw in some spectors
for good measure

what should i say?

my favorite alarm isn't one your can drown
it calls out the night and feels like it sounds

they might call it squealing they might call it dealing
right or wrong it's staining more than stealing

you can't touch me with your softly spoken pleases
as if i were politely in pieces

so give me pressure
and give me lectures
throw in some spectors
for good measure

what should i say?
what should i say?

rip out the fixtures
i get the picture

what should i say?