Skin and Script - Ira Wolf

All you are is black ink on blue lines

But all I am is one notch in a bedpost

Or at most the ghost that keeps you warm

Just the ghost

We went searching for some comfort by using one another

Both needing lovers of some sort, but it was vile and it was cheap

And we trade for what we need with words and curves behind closed doors

I bought the lines I needed from you

Slippin' out of that dress and my high heel shoes

I guess I needed my fix too

I spent the nights, oh, you spent your words

And we both got hooked, we both got burned

'Cause I move the way that you like

And you fed me your best lines

And we took one more hit of skin and script

You lose me in your sleep tucked beneath the same sheets that shelter my bare

skin

And I lose my mind when I rewind every time I tasted your sweat I breathed your

heat in

'Cause the only way you keep me warm now is burning lyrics I wrote down

And I bought the lines I needed from you

Slippin' out of that dress and my high heel shoes

I guess I needed my fix too

I spent the night and smoked your words

'Til we both got high, we all got worse

'Cause I love you like you needed

And you became my addiction

Sweet and sick

With one more hit of skin and script