Come back from the dead
Sharpen your teeth and get in my bed
Make love with confusion, then you can feed off what’s left
Get under my skin
Dive from your steeple and try to get in
You’re through like a needle, your teeth break the ice like a sin
Come into my view
Tear up the picture I painted of you
Perfectly, imperfect is the image that is now torn in two
Current with the lines that cross my teeth
You still get my faith and sympathy
Fall into my eyes
Soak in the lashes you take on your sides
You are a swan that makes sure I stay in a dive
I’m wrapped in the truth
I’ll follow suit
A fool made for you
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