Seven years is all it takes
To completely exfoliate
Cells die off, regenerate
Leave a reminiscent shape
So if I can wait five more
In this shape that I abhor
I'll sleep with an open door
Knowing you haven't touched a cell
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
Now my love carries the task
Of handling the aftermath
Can you smooth the looping lines
Of fingerprints before your time
Patience with the jagged grooves
Of relics that I can't remove
Worn thin washing up to you
Kiss me 'til the cells renew
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
