Young Throats

He's lifelike when the light strikes right

Though no less charmless otherwise

Surprised with where my interest lies

I tried to bite my tongue this time

But tonight, Christ, can't you see my hands were tied?

My hands were tied

And on my mother's life

Suppose that I might throw this fight?

God knows I truly tried

Come on, let's get this over with

I dreamt of this in triplicate

Though trust must have its privileges

That just don't enter into this

Jesus Christ, look at the size of it!

The size of it!

Your lips clenched like a fist

What promises you wet them with

Brace yourself and this won't hurt a bit

(Hurt a bit)

And who could help but long for more than this

(More than this)

I crossed myself before I crossed your lips

(Crossed your lips)

And cling like hell to something much like this

(Much like this)