Sketch it out
Shut up now

Poor catholic school girl

Making love to her,
I'm nuts like this

Did she think we'd ever see at all?
See at all

Make up
Fall out
On this scrape on new shores

Sacreliege and follow
Did she think she'd ever see at all?
See at all

I forget

Would we lie to you?
Would we lie to you?

Take nothing sacred
Nothing's sacred

Would we lie to you?

Slide me by throughout
Sleeps in front of strangers,
Indulging your teeth

The last lips
The last kiss
It's the familiar smell of pencils,
And its ready to sketch again
The last kiss
The last kiss
The last kiss
The last kiss

Would we lie to you?
Would we lie to you?