Record Collection - CRIMER

My record collection ain’t worth a dime

I hate those songs about you

Our books are worthless I can’t read those lines

I am no one without you

Just for the sake of my good

Come grab my skin and hold on real strong

Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire

I am the reverend preaching about desire

Kiss me, kiss me tell me I’m a liar

If it’s the devil’s truth call me his messiah

My record collection burns to the ground

I have no use for the past

I feed the fire with nostalgia and gold

I’m a lover in this life

Just for the sake of my good

Come grab my skin and hold on real strong

Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire

I am the reverend preaching about desire

Kiss me, kiss me tell me I’m a liar

If it’s the devil’s truth call me his messiah

I know you can use me, no planning to rush

I come out here every night

If you wanna come use me, if you wanna come use me

I’ll be the dirt on the ground

Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire

I am the reverend preaching about desire

Kiss me, kiss me tell me I’m a liar

If it’s the devil’s truth call me his messiah

Kiss me, kiss me

Kiss me, kiss me

My record collection ain’t worth a dime