Lyrics

Just like a gun, your memory is placing rounds in the heart of me.
From the back of my tongue to Gethsemane, sacred ground is walked with haunted feet.

Under your possession. You little pills are blessings.
Under your possession. I’ve got you on my mind.

Don’t try to run. What you running from. They’ll chase you down. They’re waiting in the street.
And you can hide from everyone. (And you can hide but you’ll be found) Save your prayers. Kiss the men they beat.

Under your possession. You little pills are blessings.
Under your possession. I’ve got you on my mind.

I could never stand to turn my back on you. Relationships are built on trust.
Picking off the cherries that have asked you. To lighten up your crush.

Drops in the sun. What you fed to me washes down oceans worth of heat.
And when life is all done (Who’s gonna chase the glass you drown) fix my hair, and burn a Rome for me.

Under your possession. You little pills are blessings.
Under your possession. I’ve got you on my mind.