Oh if you knew
I used this guitar to write songs
All of them about you
And you choose to take the evil's shape
While my emotions grow hard on you
Oh and you accuse too much love on your veins
And I've got too much hate to sustain
I'm not chocked, I always knew I had lost
Your rusty futility is bliss
So talk to me like you talk to your friends
It would be appealing to see
I'd like to know where your desire ends
Your force fused so well with my headache
There you are, always so graciously late
So I've tried to take a step to my right
Just to approach your well shaved armpit
So talk to me like you talk to your friends
It would be appealing to test
I'd like to live at the bottom of your breath
Oh if you knew, won’t you talk to me?
Oh if you knew, won’t you talk to me?
Oh if you knew, won’t you talk to me?
