Smoking Gun

My lips are soft from kissing
If I start, then you might listen
It’s protection from the words that might escape
I take comfort from your silence
Conversation leaves me frightened
I’m scared I’ll give myself away
And I could crucify myself
Sometimes I want to kiss and tell
I’m compelled to make confession
Of these little indiscretions
I feel the need to spit it out
It’s a delicious feeling
This truth I am concealing
The power I’ve got to cut you down
And I could crucify myself
Sometimes I want to kiss and tell
I’m in possession of a smoking gun
And I wanna hurt you just for fun
It’s nothing you’ve said, it’s nothing you’ve done
I wanna hurt you just for fun
You got in my head, you got in my head
You got in my head, you got in my head
I question my intention
'Cause I want to draw attention
To everything I’ve said and done
I have to close my eyes
'Cause if you see them you might find
I’m tryna hide a smoking gun
And I could crucify myself
Sometimes I want to kiss and tell
I’m in possession of a smoking gun
And I wanna hurt you just for fun
It’s nothing you’ve said, it’s nothing you’ve done
I wanna hurt you just for fun
You got in my head, you got in my head
You got in my head, you got in my head
You got in my head, you got in my head
You got in my head