So deeply branded,
it's like my soul's tattoo.
Now and then
push and struggle,
so futile,
I'm brought
right back to you.
Death and rebirth
in a tug-o-war
again the question,
could I submit?
I hate the need
I feel for you,
yet would never elect
to live without it.
Can't you just
corner me?
Just pin me down?
Can't you hold
the knife
to my throat,
just fucking own me?
it's like my soul's tattoo.
Now and then
push and struggle,
so futile,
I'm brought
right back to you.
Death and rebirth
in a tug-o-war
again the question,
could I submit?
I hate the need
I feel for you,
yet would never elect
to live without it.
Can't you just
corner me?
Just pin me down?
Can't you hold
the knife
to my throat,
just fucking own me?
