Treaty کے بول

I know you're used to all the girls Falling at your feet Skinny cats Street queens I'm living amongst a stranger's things Your father's there a figurine In a room you won't see But it's you clawing through the screen Reaching for me I would make this more complicated If you'd let me But there's no room it's plain Our little treaty We come in peace We'll burn off clean That day it snowed and my work was closed So you ordered spaghetti in bed It'll make me smile til I'm dead I went out later and walked in it Quiet streets emptiness Oh, to be nothing more Than warm bodies in an apartment You let me forget I was broken-hearted The gnawing ache Of my mistakes you silenced Without a curse Without a care Honey, you held me Per our little treaty I don't care who your daddy is You won't be haunting my dreams