Madness madness,
let's slip into darkness,
I'll buy you a shake,
forgive my weirdness.
I promise,
I'm harmless.
Blinded,
your beauty in body,
touch you,
lips smell like coffee.
So take a look in my eyes,
what do you see?
Undress my disguise,
rip me in three.
I'll pass my hand by your cheeks,
caress your thighs with a kiss,
pardon me, miss,
I get nervous ticks.
As I bite my lips,
anxiety burns me deep,
so I land my teeth on your hips,
you're my secret I keep.
let's slip into darkness,
I'll buy you a shake,
forgive my weirdness.
I promise,
I'm harmless.
Blinded,
your beauty in body,
touch you,
lips smell like coffee.
So take a look in my eyes,
what do you see?
Undress my disguise,
rip me in three.
I'll pass my hand by your cheeks,
caress your thighs with a kiss,
pardon me, miss,
I get nervous ticks.
As I bite my lips,
anxiety burns me deep,
so I land my teeth on your hips,
you're my secret I keep.
We're alone together,
we enter warmer weather,
as my tongue sketches a line,
my fingers tracing your spine.
Your skin a canvas,
a blanket of darkness,
our bodies as one,
boom!
My head: a gun.
You wipe the sweat off my brow,
I lock my fingers in yours,
it's a sacred vow,
tangled legs playing wars.
we enter warmer weather,
as my tongue sketches a line,
my fingers tracing your spine.
Your skin a canvas,
a blanket of darkness,
our bodies as one,
boom!
My head: a gun.
You wipe the sweat off my brow,
I lock my fingers in yours,
it's a sacred vow,
tangled legs playing wars.
Heavy is the breath I feel upon my cheek,
as I feel my knees grow weak,
so we fling around,
in your skin--
I drown.
Your teeth sink in,
as your nails crave skin,
and you tear and draw blood,
ecstasy-- a flood.
Heart beats faster,
music of moans,
we're a perfect disaster,
you're my Betty,
and I'm your Jughead Jones.
as I feel my knees grow weak,
so we fling around,
in your skin--
I drown.
Your teeth sink in,
as your nails crave skin,
and you tear and draw blood,
ecstasy-- a flood.
Heart beats faster,
music of moans,
we're a perfect disaster,
you're my Betty,
and I'm your Jughead Jones.
And I'm close,
safe in your arms,
witnesses are the clothes,
melting onto the floor--
as I put on my crown of thorns.
The music stops,
we're covered in sweat--
butt socks.
You're like no one I've ever met.
safe in your arms,
witnesses are the clothes,
melting onto the floor--
as I put on my crown of thorns.
The music stops,
we're covered in sweat--
butt socks.
You're like no one I've ever met.