My Blood Transfusion
Pass me off with feeling. Nobody works with that element of suspense. A distortion I felt with evidence. I look for you in secrecy. Every sighting is a mini celebration for the mind. I would take heart if I had the key to your door. Just to lie down beside you and smell your perfume, even if it was just the smell of your own sweat.
I would get to know the corner of your house so well, which bell to ring and to walk those stairs seemed like a private godsend if I believed in such a thing. I used to be in love but now I'm obsessed with seeing you place me in your arms and even then I'm waiting.......like a puppet and his ventriloquist.
Every night I go sleepwalking to your house and you feed me strange dreams that lock me out. Place me with the zombies you used to love and I'll watch your new love have sex with you as a private audience. You look so pretty but I won't go near you. It's not part of the game. Remove every sense of dignity I may have had but pretend to love me so sweetly.
Crawling on all fours, but darling I'm not yours tonight. It's what you've always wanted and it's become a private fantasy to get two inches nearer. The rooms get wider and you and me grow further apart yet closer together. Inside my mind, I'll get so close to that I suck the blood you deliberately cut on your shoulder. Inside my mind, I'll play your car crash over and over.
I barely touch your body as you want your disease all to yourself. Sweetly fuck but never physically. The dreams you hide were never part of your brain. Blank heart screams from blank mind. Tore us all from humiliation to humiliation. A private skin you wore when the form had decided. You deceive me when every day I wake up, you've made love to me the night before while I was asleep. Not that you ever were there.
You never disappear. Every second is played out with precision. I'd call the phone number tonight and I'll realize you're not there anymore. And you've moved somewhere else. The mystery is gone. All you've left me with is a body that's half dead and a mind that refuses to stop thinking of you. That or you are my blood transfusion. I suppose that's what you do to all your former lovers.
I would get to know the corner of your house so well, which bell to ring and to walk those stairs seemed like a private godsend if I believed in such a thing. I used to be in love but now I'm obsessed with seeing you place me in your arms and even then I'm waiting.......like a puppet and his ventriloquist.
Every night I go sleepwalking to your house and you feed me strange dreams that lock me out. Place me with the zombies you used to love and I'll watch your new love have sex with you as a private audience. You look so pretty but I won't go near you. It's not part of the game. Remove every sense of dignity I may have had but pretend to love me so sweetly.
Crawling on all fours, but darling I'm not yours tonight. It's what you've always wanted and it's become a private fantasy to get two inches nearer. The rooms get wider and you and me grow further apart yet closer together. Inside my mind, I'll get so close to that I suck the blood you deliberately cut on your shoulder. Inside my mind, I'll play your car crash over and over.
I barely touch your body as you want your disease all to yourself. Sweetly fuck but never physically. The dreams you hide were never part of your brain. Blank heart screams from blank mind. Tore us all from humiliation to humiliation. A private skin you wore when the form had decided. You deceive me when every day I wake up, you've made love to me the night before while I was asleep. Not that you ever were there.
You never disappear. Every second is played out with precision. I'd call the phone number tonight and I'll realize you're not there anymore. And you've moved somewhere else. The mystery is gone. All you've left me with is a body that's half dead and a mind that refuses to stop thinking of you. That or you are my blood transfusion. I suppose that's what you do to all your former lovers.
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