Arab Strap

How can nothing ever mean something?
It goes from white to grey so fast.
A new pool on a strange mattress.
Helps me catch up with my past.
Pass me something to wipe with.
Were so easy to please.
Do you worry that its loaded?
Laced with a million littles mes.
So are you up for the hat-trick
Or are you down for a rest?
Is the whitest light between our legs
Or hidden in my chest?
And if they see us on the stairs
Or if they catch us on the sink.
Move quickly and brush it off
With a giggle and a wink.
At least we know were fuckable,
At least were sated and were tired.
At least the bedroom stinks,
And we know were desired.
Screaming in the trees
We met on mutual ground
But you avoided my gaze
Until I lost your face
In the next mornings haze.
Youre shoes couldve woken up the whole street.
They drowned out the birds screaming in the trees.
We sat down on the stone stairs
And I watched the scars on your knees.
We met on mutual ground.
You fell out of your dress.
This bars not open late enough,
So lets go home and make a mess.
They smiled and left the room
To leave us with more space
But we stayed where we were
And just had a drink to the chase.
A good night kiss equals a quick reaction
But its hard to believe Im fully grown.
So as usual, we parted on vague terms,
So you could climb back on your thrown.
Haunt me