i wonder if i peeled the skin from my fingers
could i stop touching burnt
flesh dripping down the back of my neck
would i fall every time she starts breathing
close chest on chest its like a drug to me
with a hands death grip on my waist
i'm a slave for you tonight
i want it but it wont work out sometimes
i think i try to need it too insecure to live without it
say no and be the one save me
when she told me to forget about that dance
we left home that monday the active pursuit of reaction pressing all and all is on even
though we slip and run its not about
who you fuck its about
who you love and i know this wont last forever
