There's a little pleasure in the desperation of your eyes There's a little hatred in the cat claws But with a little pressure you could have let me know What a zone, what a zone The correct place of pressure The correct movement of desperation There's so much pleasure in the desperation of leather Your passion is destructive, but fuck it it's so seductive Just to hit you anyway So mean it like you bleed it If I'm gonna live by your hand I'm gonna live in style If you're gonna die by my black eye you're surely gonna ask me why
Press me on the correct moment of desperation
You never hold me like I hold the sickle cells in you So can you know me for a moment before I go 'cause you never hold me like I hold the sickle cells in you So can you know me for a moment before I go?