washing out the solitude of grace
there's nothing left but the value of your face
a wandering subject of mere confusion
forget all these holds, become an illusion

hot hot fears
i am riddled with your tears
a manipulation of the finest sort
you have ****** me in, cut my breath short

i must agree
you have handled me tenderly
when ****'s been rough
you stood tall, stayed tough

but hunny you are harmful
and i've been carrying an armful
step off my merry-go-round
and find yourself some solid ground