Oh God, I'm stuck They are hell bent on us And I've got nothing to offer you My skin trembles, it wants to be used Oh God, I'm thrown I am only happy on my own My heart grows harder, it wants to perform And I only ever feel it when I want it to be torn To be torn
Like a held hand, from its first love Like a last kiss, from its vain hope Like a grown child, from its skipping rope
Oh God, what now? I have ruined this, I have broken you down Your fingers are weathered, your eyes are full of clouds The raindrops collect with the tears at your mouth At your mouth
Where I once kissed, your warm lips As my tongue tripped, over white teeth Bitten soft skin, with my hands tied
Oh God, I've strayed I should not have come here with the wind in my sails I've blown you backwards now your heart is impaled And I know you don't believe me but I'm sorry that I failed to be torn
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