Mind if I hold this hand top of your heart, as I for a pulse somewhere amidst the dark? Searching for a life somewhere between the sheets, and the poison of love spreads with heartbeat. A faint taste of blood resides on tongue, in your sacred place, a psilocybin aftertaste. And, darling, just open up, while I insert drug for a few minutes, well overwhelm our senses.
You cant fly far on the of a sparrow; youre destined to into waves below. Im screaming my heart into this and learning how to my life without you.
Mind if I these hands over top of your eyes? you wont see the flaws, and then you wont see the lies. As youre resting your head against my windowpane, Darling, you dont pain. And I listen as cars pass on streets, momentarily wishing that one just hit me. And I swallow down your venom kiss in my throat, and on, and pray to God as your love takes me whole.
Love fly far on the wings of a sparrow
Cause baby, youre a lap-dance for a Vietnam vet, attractive and so inappropriate. And isnt arrogance; this is disinterest, so onto anything, because I am through believing in you.
Mind if I hold this hand over top of you Mind if I hold these hands top of your eyes? I find a pulse somewhere amidst the dark inside this unmarked you dug for me in the park.