Arms & Legs - The Mowgli's

I twist and turn the days away with supplemental sex;

A tangled mess, hair, arms, and legs

But you’re the one I call when I want to know I still exist

Because you make me feel like shit

And yeah, you’re really good at it

So we sit in screaming circles

Talking politics and drugs

Which one matters most to us

And which ones just a front?

But you go where the money goes

And we’re just chasing love

She wraps her arms around me

I feel the muscles in her hips

I hear her breath go short and thin

She takes a sip of wine

It puts some color on her lips

She don’t care what songs I wrote

Yeah, she thinks it’s all a joke

But you died a golden hurricane

You were blocking out the sun

By some strange twist of fate

You appeared right back here with us

But then you saw the sunrise in the barrel of a gun

Well I hope for you, in death you trust

'Cause this goddamn thing has come undone

But there you go again making those gestures towards your heart

Your flair for the dramatic man

It’s making this so hard

And I don’t know how to stop this

But I sure know where to start

And I don’t know if I can fix you

But I can sure take you apart

Yeah, I don’t know if I can fix you

But I can sure take you apart