Vex
It comes like a bad reflex
I amuse you with my pretexts
As if I wasn't worth anything anymore
Vex
When you point your finger at me
Accuse me of courting my exes
As if the past is worth nothing
I feel so good
In the palm of your hand
I feel useful
When you make me fragile
A hoax
The truth of the false of the paradox
A fiery cocktail on the rocks
As if I didn't know anything anymore
Asterisk
At your perils and at our brawls
Frolicking in an x-rated film
As if one wasn't worth anything anymore
I feel so good
In the palm of your hand
I feel useful
When you make me fragile
I feel so good
In the palm of your hand
I feel useful
When you make me fragile
I see you from afar
Letting go of my hand
My hand, my hand