you are my jail and your kiss is my guillotine.
These hands will come around. You'll love their touch again.
Remember when i was so
strange and likable.
i wanted you to be the one to hold the strings.
i'm so into you baby i can't get into nothing else.
You say my love for you's not real, but you don't know
real it feels.
lay me out on the table
i want to be able to feel your touch.
it's not too much to ask.
but it feels like it is.