you're hot fogni can feel you and you're not far offni can taste you and you're what i wantnbut i can't know you when your in my armsnnyou're burnt skyna fever moon that makes the sun jealous of nightnyour lava lips put forth branding iron eyesnfix them on to me and bring me back to lifennyou're quicksandna work and fight would just sink deeper in the endnand every morning say i won't get stuck againnbut by nightfall, baby, here i always amnnyou tie myself in knotsnyou come and shake me looseni'm bound up in younwe push till your throughnlit up with proofnni bite your belly softnyou make maps on my backnyou blockade the doorni sink to your floornget ready for warnnyou're hot fognthe bad decision that i lie here waiting onnstaring down your next mistake can take so longnwhen i hear your footstepsnbabe, i don't care that it's wrongn