I Don't Fancy My Chances

Another ugly night, some kind of hell redefined
I split my tongue on your motor hum, but it's all by design
So come a little bit closer, I need to feel your disease
You weren't afraid when I called you over, you felt the beast in me

I see you comin' down the line
Lookin' like you're some kind of prize
I don't fancy my chances
But I know enough to take what's mine

I didn't want your number
I didn't ask your name
You didn't have any questions
But I'm so glad that you came, all the same

And it's a burning not to be touched
And what you're bleeding is what I'm needing
But still I'll watch you fall, all the same

Another ugly night, hell redefined by your hand
You split your tongue on this reptile scum; I serve at your command
You tell me to come closer, unafraid of what lurks in me
Coquettish smile as you beckon me over, clearly I'm not the only beast



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Harcott
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