"Combustible" lyrics

Combustible
Never had a time for table side manners
Untouchable
I painted X's on your daily planner
Combustible
I'll take your money, return metaphor
Destructible
Broken tiles in the aisles I store

In spite of all of this
I'm knocking on her door
In spite of all this spite
I want more
I want her eyes to know for sure

Combustible
Was only flying through the inner space matter
Untouchable
I stood a target for the despot's dagger
Combustible
I'll blow us all just to settle the score
Destructible
Clipping waves in the caves I shore

In spite of all of this
My knees scuff on her floor
In spite of petty spite
I want more
Want her eyes to know for sure

Combustible
I blow a smoke up through your crowded chatter
When lust is all
Walking under 'fore I blunder down ladder
Combustible
I'll clink your charity all over the floor
Destructible
Broken holes in the soles I wore

Broken holes in the soles I wore
Broken holes in the soles I wore
Broken holes in the soles I wore
Broken holes in the soles I wore