Drilling your fingers
in and under my skin,
you use me as a suit
to claim what is mine.
And I am under the impression
that love is patient,
and love is kind,
that your touch is pure
and your methods defined.
But you convince me otherwise,
dragging your hands through mine
So it is my finger being pointed.
Drilling your fingers
in and under my skin,
you use me as a suit
to claim what is mine.
Flowing through my veins
is your presence,
a warming reminder of
your intentions
and I'm left helpless,
a suit to be worn and torn,
used to mask a wolf
hunting his next meal
Drilling your fingers
in and under my skin,
you use me as a suit
to claim what is mine.