Come Here, Love

In the bathroom, getting ready You'd think I was in a dressing room, just backstage I come out and start acting petty For a talk show host, you're incurious, but I'll wait Come here love Throw me a bone Then I'll get on top And you can go Come here love Slap my face Read my lips Then you can grab your things It's all on you to resurrect me To sit idly at my beck and call, and bring leather gloves I worry that I'm not undressing But that I'm shedding all the skin, I don't wear enough Come here love Throw me a bone Then I'll get on top And you can go Come here love Slap my face Read my lips Then you can grab your things There's no pill that you can't down But you'll never take a consistent amount I'm swallowed before I enter your mouth I'm trying to fix you but don't know how You swear to god that you understand it I guess an empty promise is better than none Isn't that right love? In every direction, a door is closing Your jacket's still on the floor, but you don't care enough To come here love Come here love Throw me a bone Then I'll get on top And you can go Come here love Slap my face Read my lips Then you can grab your things Oh, come here love Don't wanna know what you're thinking of Oh, come here love This is the part where you get off Oh, come here love Oh, come here love Oh, come here love Oh, come here love