Siberian Kiss - GlassJaw

Siberian Kiss
Give me back 
my pictures of me. 
Me, you and him makes three. 
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate 
of depress 
and i hope you know. 
Like a bitch in heat, 
I hope she know. 

So put another penny in and turn the crank 
until the frames cease to move 
and the movie turns into a photo, 
a photo the size of a kiss 
I hope she knows. 

Staring at a parisian sex flick 
where the characters don't meet 
the characters don't speak 
and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors: 
Space always expanding. 

So put another penny in and turn the crank 
until the frames cease to move 
and the movie turns into a photo, 
a photo the size of my fist 
I hope she knows. 

A hiccup in paradise 
I keep you jealously to myself, 
in a photo the size of a kiss 
a kiss in the shape of a bullet. 

On phone lines and letterheads 
I'm dying about. 

I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing. 
There's always one more thing. 
If I can't have you no one will. 

Pushing a lover to love another. 
Are you turned on? 

I keep you jealously to myself.