Mr Serotonin take me away from the bad man.
He wears my skin and I think he wants to be me.

He wants me bad and I feel him breathing down my neck
He’s always here and my dreams always break me.

Mr Oxytocin save me from myself.
I know I’ve been bad but what do you expect from an orphan.

I’m in need of stimuli and love.
but the bottles leave me empty and hallow.

Miss Vasopressin, please to please you.
Passionate confessions of perfection, loving the scent and breath you give.

You’re all I think about when the darkness swallows me whole.
Thinking of being free, growing and folding into your soul.