i crave your body in my hands
but i find white knuckled fists
forming from the way you touch me
with your soft, honey lips
oh, i want to feel them trace
the outline of my spine
******* tear me into nothing
as i slip through the folds of time
boy, every time i feel your touch
i melt to gold, freeze to stone
clear my head of what i forgot to forget
and remember what i never knew i'd known
when i feel the gentle sting
of your sharp silver tongue
slipping under my skin,
spitting in my blood
oh god, i swear i am in love
you fill that hole, scratch that itch
when you touch me there, so touch me there
right above the wrists
i can taste you on my tongue
boy, death is on your lips
my five feet five inches
know nothing of your six
boy, this is as good as it gets
and i'm as good as gone
but it’s so good to be that way
when i have you in my arms
so pour me a drink
let it sear my tender tongue
nothing tastes as sweet
as the burn of your red ***
yes, fill my glass to the brim
yeah, let’s lock and load this gun
and fill me up, lift me up
with your red ***, red ***