The taste of, your warm blood

I frighten myself

And you wanted, what is not me

To be something you held

But I was too caught and lost to your sun to help myself I know I show this

Fear that your love will leave my head

Caught up in all your weaknesses yet

Say this is not what you intend and

Too sick and dumb to help myself

To help myself

I waste all, my thought on

This drowning in a self

You wanted, what is not me

To be something repaired

Still I was, so caught and lost to your sun to help myself I know, I show this fear that your love will leave my head Caught up in all your weaknesses yet

Say this is not what you intend

Too sick and dumb to help myself

To help myself

I let it all hang over me

Silence the thought that I should

Flee my enemy

I was so caught and lost to your sun

To help myself

I know, I show this fear that your love

I know that hearing the word it

Breaks all this fear that your love

Will leave my head and

Caught up in all your weaknesses yet

Say this is not what you intend and

Too sick and dumb to help myself