Antimacy

You're so damn good at making it hurt so bad.
Are you feeling anything yet?
You haven't loosened your grip around my neck.
Your love is amphetamine,
I've lost all feeling in my extremities,
But I could be, I could be your one and only.
Oh. x2
Convince yourself your not rotting inside,
And that tonight's the best night of your life,
We'll be serpentine, joint intravenously.
We could be the perfect disease,
But you don't belong to me, we could never belong.
And I want to tell you that I surely do give a damn, give a damn,
But I cannot tell you cause I'm sure as hell scared to death, scared to death.
Are you feeling anything yet?
This is my skin you've been crawling in,
This is my skin you've been crawling around in.
You perch atop the skulls of those persuade, looking down on me,
Pleased by the mess you've made.
You are the perfect drug in the sense that you keep me stoic,
And detached and I love you for that.
If this is love load me up, x3
If this is love.
I want to tell you that I,
And I want to tell you that I surely do give a damn, give a damn,
But I cannot tell you cause I'm sure as hell scared to death, scared to death.
Are you feeling anything yet?

Oh,
I'd love to have you,
But you don't belong to me.
x2
You don't belong to me.
This is my skin. x2



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Lemasters, Kellan Lindsay, Matthew Tobin, Kelly Alexander Bilan, Sebstian Carsten Pilaprat-lueth
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