She’s the fire I swore I’d never touch
Got a ring on her hand, and a man on her phone
But every time she moans, she moans alone
Like tasting me is the end of peace
We don’t meet in places light can find
But I cross that line again
It ain’t love–it’s a knife in disguise
Cutting deeper every time she lies
Like a fool with a shaking hand
She’s the wrong I crave
The prayer I break
When I believe
She says, “Don’t fall, just fuck me slow–
Make me forget he still don’t know.”
When she pulls me in with that crooked mouth
She wears guilt like perfume, raw and real
This ain’t romance–this is heat and smoke
A holy burn with every stroke
Still I cross that line again
Like a priest with poison on his skin
And I kneel at her goddamn door
Yeah, I cross that line again
She’s the truth I fight
The lie I need
When I want to bleed
Every kiss is a brand I wear
And when she comes, I disappear–
She’ll never leave, and I won’t stay
And I know one night it’ll tear me down
But until then, I’ll drown and drown
Yes, I cross that line again
With a soul too broke to defend
The shame I ride
The poison I pour
I cross that line again–
And pray she comes before I die
She said, “We’ll burn if we keep this up.”
I said, “Then light the match… and shut the fuck up.”