Fucking The Exhibits - Faker

Hold on to the things that you don’t want to keep

Take what you want off the literature heap

Catapult the things that you’d rather forget

To where absence of life lives in regret

A bicycle stance is hell in your eyes

If I could ride

I’d right and ride and ride

One last chance is all I’ve found

Hold me carefully

And I’ll lie and lie and lie

Back where I belong

A dissatisfied glance with a stern disrespect

I’ll give you an inch

And how hard could it get?

I’ll hold you to this like I did the first kiss

I’m waiting outside

I want to taste your abyss

A bicycle stance, it’s blood in your eyes

If I could ride

I’d ride and ride and ride and ride

One last chance is all we’ve found

So hold me carefully

And I’ll lie and lie and lie back where we belong

I’m a live wire

I’m electricity

And I’ll be fucking the exhibits

Because they’re in front of me

You don’t change a thing for me

I’m here again

You don’t change a thing for me again