I've got a guilty conscience, and a fresh tasting mouth.
Well I've got a filthy closet, and a dangerous sense of style.
I have uncovered a new gem, in a bed of rocks.

And I've uncovered a new gem, and learned a new way of polishing.
Could be set in a wedding band, or placed in that necklace around your neck.
I swear I have seen that place before.
It hangs around your neck, I know this isn't set in stone.

Whoa, darling. My sweet darling.
Whoa, darling, you know I'm best at fucking you up.

Let the words roll, from the back of your throat.
Well the world moves so fast, yet I move so slow.
I just want my movements back.
Feel these words, come undone. I feel the world away, to be safe.
With your walls, stretched around, feel the words release from your throat.

Let the words roll, from the back of your throat.
Let them hit the floor.
Pick them up, use them once more.
And lastly, I know that you tend to not agree.
But that's fine with me (the liar).
Love can't be purchased, I am the buyer.