Talk Show - Stress Lyrics

If you were to kiss this
And miss
Would your lips still hiss
And quiver
Like an unfolding flower.
If this is just lust
And it's a must,
The sun'll burn through your smile
And I can taste
The lightning
On your breath.

A debate in bed
And you
Battered me with pillow feathers,
Sheets and heartstrings
In tethers
Intimately wrapped and strangled
By your fingers.

This is stress
This is stress
This is stress at best
This is stress at best
At best
At best

Excuses to be loved
Not an excuse to see me
When the door slams in the morning
I found the breathing in my sleep
This is stress (at best at best)
This is stress (at best at best)
This is stress (at best at best)
This is stress at best
At best
At best

Curled up
In your open palms
I read the lines like a Sunday psalm
But I discovered more teachings in silence between our kisses.
Laughed
At green marks,
Left my rings
Cheap plastic things
Cheap plastic things
Cheap plastic things
Cheap plastic things
Now i'll still be calling this a bloody pleasure
Now i'll still be calling this a bloody pleasure

Excuses to be loved
Not an excuse to see me
When the door slams in the morning
I found the breathing in my sleep
This is stress (at best at best)
This is stress (at best at best)
This is stress (at best at best)
This is stress at best
At best
At best