Peeling my scars
It felt like peeling my scars
No sense of relief
Anxiety-driven
My wounds have healed
But I wanted to feel
I wanted to feel a thing
I am calling your name
Wrap your limbs around me
I want your disease
I want your infection to carry me to my grave
And after all these years of buying time
Yours is still the name I wanted to hear
Pain
No sense of relief
Anxiety-driven
My wounds have healed
But I wanted to feel
I wanted to feel a thing
Pick up your feet
Mother****er
One more
