The Strangers

Lover, I don't play to win but for the thrill until I'm spent Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker I threw flowers in your face on my sister's wedding day Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker You showed up with a black eye looking to go start a fight Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker Playboys under the mattress like I wouldn't notice Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker What do I share What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I sleep Desperate don't look good on you neither does your virtue Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker Good souls have borne better sons, better souls borne worse ones Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker What do I share What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I sleep You show up with a black eye looking to finish a fight And lover I don't play to win but for the thrill until I'm spent Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker