It didn't happen because we did it in the dark.
Pitch black baby, despite the brightness of our spark.

This has gotta be twisted
Some sort of sickness
That I'd let you break me to bits and pieces
Use me and fold me til I've got all these creases
Kiss my neck til my heartbeat increases
Defeat the purpose of breathin
When you're all that I'm feelin
This feelin
This thing I might call lust
It's charging me up from below to above
And I can't stand not knowing when enough is enough