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.

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Tying yourself to me,
stitch up my emptiness.
'Cause you're the death of me.
So precious, loving the thrill. (2x)

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 so?
Unsatisfied, you little girl.

Chorus

Rolling dice, and seeming queer.
A 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 it's you again.
So precious you know,
this hate of mine exploded.
I'm so deranged you know.
I will never be the same.

Chorus