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 wanted to be torn.
To be
torn
Like a hand held, from its first love.
Like a lost 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 hand held, from its first love
Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope
Like a grown child, from its skipping rope