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
Like a held hand, from its first love
Like a last kiss, from its vain hope
Like a grown child, from its skipping rope