Stop Just Stop by The Ready Aim Fire! Lyrics

You read big books
I feel so small
Why aren’t you small
My love?
You’ve got big hooks
They make me hurt
Why don’t mine hurt
My love?

You are my automatic writing
The red tattoos behind my eyelids
But I’m tired of firing squads
Of your bored, indifferent gods

So when you feel brave
I’ll be your stutter
And when you wake
I’ll be your hangover
And when you try to get straight
I’ll be your drug dealer
So when you get paid
I’ll gladly sell you
The wrong words
The whiskey cures
The last real hurt
The one that craves
The wrong words
The whiskey cures
The last real hurt
The one you hate

My god, it’s gonna hurt…
Oh my god, it’s gonna hurt
When I’m your modern American fuck
The modern American love that fucks you up
The one you can’t love enough

I’ll have you screaming
“Stop, stop, I’m gonna be sick
Just stop, just stop, I’m gonna be sick
Just stop, just stop, I’m gonna be sick
Just stop, just stop. Well, I give up.”

While you’re sleeping off
Our nighttime madness
I’ll be your slow dance
Your dime-store romance
In the morning bed
I’ll start again
When you say when
I’ll fuck you up and fill your head
With the wrong words
The whiskey cures
The last real hurt
The one that craves
The wrong words
The whiskey cures
The last real hurt

Oh, if I keep loving you
We’ll both be ruled
By cosmic fears
If this is loving you
Yeah, if it’s this cruel
The worst of it is here
Yeah, my best hooks are here
The worst of it is here
Yeah, my best hooks are here
Oh, I hope they hurt