Wake up with no memory, a page of lyrics I didn't write
Death's Hand on repeat, and a bottle of wine
That worked out for the best, so I'll revert to type for one line
Spoken with sore throats on dead phones every night
'Cause you need cigarettes, change for the laundry, painkillers
Tell me where the warm water pours in
Like a living version of every song by The Menzingers
Well that's a pretty f*ckin' big coincidence
You've got my fingerprints all over you
Anything, anyone
And it's on the tip of your tongue
You've got my fingerprints on you now
You've got my fingerprints all over you
Not well educated, but we definitely are well read
With the looks and patients of the nurse on your leg
Maybe all the practice that you had as a latchkey kid
Was to learn how to deal with your junkie boyfriend
And at nights you hang like a spectre in the car park
Neighbours wonder why you're up
On the phone you're in tears with a smoke
But it's okay, darling, you've just had some bad coke
You've got my fingerprints all over you
Anything, anyone
And it's on the tip of your tongue
You've got my fingerprints on you now
You've got my fingerprints all over you
You've got the wrong ocean
But Atlantic flows so much better
Feels more dramatic