And yet it's still so simple
I feel you the most when
The sharp end is set down
It's just my fingers and me
This rush doesn't hit
I'm still splitting the skin
Could I make a grown man faint?
And then the fireworks as the sickness sets in
Thumb and pointer around a ******** vein
I could ******** swear it's your breath on my neck again
And you know the worst part is
I'd need your help to rip it out
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