Nasty Geographic - The Backseat

In bed all alone
Don’t believe that you’re the only
You’re better alone
But I see you’re feeling lonely
We met on the phone
Don’t believe that you’re my only
I should be going home
Before you feel my disease seeping in so slowly
Nobody told you
Where I’ve been or where I go to
Your momma told you
Not to let those boys hold you
My heart is carved out of stone
Any heat that you feel is there to deceive you
I will kiss your jawbone
Before you feel these teeth sinking in so slowly
Nobody told you
Where I’ve been or where I go to
Your momma told you
Not to let those boys hold you
Blood in the backseat
Blood on the concrete
Blood in the country
Blood in the city
Blood when you see me
Blood when you’re near me
Blood when you feel me
Blood when you need me
Nobody told you
Where I’ve been or where I go to
Your momma told you
Not to let those boys hold you

Written by:
Joe Blackhurst

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