Orgy

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 its 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
chorus:
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