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 even when you’re in my arms.nnYou’re burnt skynA fever moon that makes the sun jealous at nightnYour lava lips pour forth and branding iron eyesnFix them unto me and bring me back to life.nnYou’re quick sandnI work and fight but just sink deeper in the endnAnd every morning say I won’t get stuck againnBut by nightfall baby here I always am.nnI tie myself in knotsnYou come and shake me loosenI’m bound up in younWe push til you’re through nLit up with proof.nnI bite your belly softnYou make maps on my backnYou blockade the doornI sink to your floornGet ready for war.nnYou’re hot fognThe bad decision that I lie here waiting onnStaring down your next mistake can take so longnWhen I hear your foot steps babe, I don’t care that it’s wrongnNo, I don’t care that it’s wrongnNo, I don’t care that it’s wrong.