I’m a self-taught masochist.
I’m a working class turning blitz.
I’m an image of what you won’t ever see.
I was built for my own skin baby, I just need to let it in.
If I could just let you react to any move I did, it’d be far more rewarding that the sweet indifference you give.
I need you like you’re my own china white.
Knocking stairs off the stadium, far out off sight.
Knock me out into your blissful morning purple gleam.
You don’t seem to see that you’re tearing off my seams.
I’ll be ripped and flipped and caught up again,
I’m just a rookie in this, “better lovers than friends”
Blackout and back into me.
Blackout and back into me.
Blackout and back into me.
Turn it on and fall into me.