I want to carve your body with my lips
As if you were the pumpkin and I am the knife
Cutting and leaving a design that shows my love And glows brighter than any sunrise
Illustrating marks only true lovers never regret
As I whisper “you’re perfect” into your ear
I hear a gasp for air, must seem that you're near
My human design has a lot of imperfections
Sinning through my days to feel somewhat alive
Even though sinning is wrong, that I cannot deny
But if sinning is what makes us human
I don’t want to be right