Stitches

If it stayed, I'd never leave it If that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things That we used to talk about I mean that loving you is strange And adored by me throughout Oh no, it's you again Someday soon, you'll find that someone Waiting for the chance to beat you Drooling on the set to feel you Blessing you with every kiss Tying yourself to me Stitch up my emptiness 'Cause you're the death of me So precious loving the thrill Tying yourself to me Stitch up my emptiness 'Cause you're the death of me So precious, loving the thrill Such the patient one who needs me The spoiled one who wins So shocking, where's your sense? Don't you know I hate you, oh Unsatisfied, you little girl Tying yourself to me Stitch up my emptiness 'Cause you're the death of me So precious loving the thrill Tying yourself to me Stitch up my emptiness 'Cause you're the death of me So precious, loving the thrill Rolling dice and seeming queer Bastard love, a sick affair Let's see what new disease you'll fetch I mean, that fucking you is strange And adored by me throughout Oh no, it's you again Blessing you with every kiss So precious, you know this hate of mine exploded I'm so deranged you know, I will never be the same Tying yourself to me Stitch up my emptiness 'Cause you're the death of me So precious loving the thrill Tying yourself to me Stitch up my emptiness 'Cause you're the death of me So precious, loving the thrill So precious, loving the thrill So precious, loving the thrill 'Cause you're the death of me So precious, loving the thrill