Skin

I'm scared of the air that we share I'm scared it's going to frizzle up my hair Soft and sweet And oh, so slowly We meet I spend all my time alone Sitting in my big glass home And I want you to be the one to throw The first stone Cuz I was made of you I was Created and painted of you I was Collected by you Completed, unseated, and sainted to you And I cannot decide Whose skin is whose I hear your feet Marching down the street To an unsteady beat I left the gate open I was hoping you would know what I was hoping for Cuz I was made of you I was Created and painted of you I was Collected by you Completed, unseated, and sainted to you And I cannot decide Whose skin is