to purge

What do I do when I'm on the brink of knowing who I am Then I think of you? What do I say When the right words bout to roll off my tongue But all I can speak is your name Oh how much try and try to rip you from my soul But if I light a match to my bones Baby I would burn us both What do I do If I can't stand to feel your touch but you're all I crave? How can I grow When you're the only one that I've truly ever known? Oh how I try and try to scrub you from my skin But if I rub my cells from my bones I ain't got a prison to live in This house creeks while you sleep And my mind tries to wander all around Cabinets, kitchen drawers, trying to find what's left of me that isn't yours Oh how I try and try to beg you not to love me Now I know my last hope of being whole is to purge your memory So what do I do?