illicit affairs

Make sure nobody sees you leave
Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run
You’ll be flushed when you return

Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

What started in beautiful rooms
Ends with meetings in parking lots

And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and longing stares

It's born from just one single glance
But it dies and it dies and it dies
A million little times

Leave the perfume on the shelf
That you picked out just for him
So you leave no trace behind
Like you don’t even exist

Take the words for what they are
A dwindling, mercurial high

A drug that only worked
The first few hundred times

And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time
But they lie and they lie and they lie
A million little times

And you wanna scream
Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else

Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"
Look at this idiotic fool that you made me
You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

And you know damn well
For you, I would ruin myself
A million little times