Asleep In The Back

Were you crushed? Did I rush you? All my time is yours My twisted heart is yours The faithless shit is yours The shameless fits of love that only smother you for moments Until I fold them up and leave All yours Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to know Show your scars Not to rush you The hieroglyphic hints in all the toilet scrawl Guilty little pins And all the things I never talk about are spilling with the gin Test how tough you are All yours Not to rush you --- Asleep in the Back - Elbow