We're Not Supposed to Be Lovers - Adam Green

Written by：Adam Green

Picture a place that's far from danger

A nicer place to cash your chips

I'm not the one holding you hostage

Squeezed in between my lips

We're not supposed to be lovers

Or friends like they'd have us believe

We're not supposed to know each other

Accept my apology

I was a babe stuck in a tree branch

Banging on my rusty cradle bars

Until I stole your middle finger

Now who's the one in charge

We're not supposed to be lovers

Or friends like they'd have us believe

We're not supposed to know each other

Accept my apology

Vein underground

Fist

Face

Down

Ooze as they heal my pain

Food on the flight

Breakfast bite

Drop from the orange juice crane

Picture a person you've forgotten

Kissing your brother or your friend

Picture a wounded entertainer

Cutting his hair again