Biscuit - Bad/Sad/mad/rad Lyrics

I could masticate your fleeting sentiment
Tear the meet from the bone, and swallow
But i'd rather keep it here in trembling hands
And give it the attention that it demands

And i could say we're not about this anymore
We'll stay safe behind closed doors
But it's more with regard to viscosity than it is hostility
I fear you jelling to me 'cause I'll spill all over you

So take the houses that we paint to make homes
And make weapons of your words when we're alone
Now I saw you again when I was with another man
Maybe your debauchery will forever haunt me

So colour me confused in cornflower blue and I will
Tell you all the things I no longer like to do