The scars on your hips whisper me stories as my ears pass and I whisper back.
"Tell me the stories that lead to the facade you present"
Let me in so that I can explore the plains and caverns of the fresh cuts on your hips
They'll turn into scars that will eventually whisper my name

Your hips are my favorite place to visit
Your scars know me so well
Let me in, show me your hips
Let me talk to your scars