Clumsy words slip from my lips, but I swear, I can not seem to bite my tongue. Too far in the depths, and they tell me "I am far too young". An array of emotions, some food for thought, no time to cry, or desire to care. Clumsy words on my lips, twisted hips, watercolors paint and live my hair. Brush my neck with your love, show me every grain of salt in your sea. My bones are nails, you, a hammer, tell me, what could we be? Clumsy words slip from my lips, you swear, you could bite my tongue. Too far in the depths, making eyes at the frames that you have hung, Hung up all around you, seeling portraits of your subtle smile. Too far in the depths, but I feel like we have been here awhile. You're too drunk, I'm too high. The room grows dark, as I wonder why, Clumsy words slip from my lips, when you touch my hips, and I swear that you bite my tongue.