I love it when you lie; Hold me close and make me cry,
I love it when we fight; It makes us feel alive,
I love it when you bite; Makes me bleed and makes me rust,

To you I’m a slave; Your cold gentle hands
Wrap around my neck; And take away my breath
And tell me pretty lies; Dress me in her clothes,

Your heavy metal breathing’s carving deeper in my lap,
Closer to the edge; And closer to the lung,

I love it when you lie please Hold me close and make me cry
I love it when we fight because It makes us feel alive
I love it when you bite dont let me bleed and let me rust,

I love it when you lie; Hold me close and make me cry

8 April 202