Soursweet

I'll have mine in a dark room The rind of this lime tastes like you Read my fingers with your mouth You make me feel so left out That's not a nice thing to do Would you do anything I tell you to? Whisper something sour To help me pass the hours Sneak up from behind When I don't want you Hands behind my back Twisting my arm, too Your eyes look so nice When they're all red Looking at mine Behind a wall Where there's a window Looking at nothing Sore red hands counting quarters And I think I'm the man around the corner I follow myself home I leave myself alone Will you still look for me in heaven? Holding my body like a weapon Softly between your teeth Make me something sweet Sneak up from behind When I don't want you Hands behind my back Twisting my arm too Your eyes look so nice When they're all red Looking at mine Behind a wall Where there's a window Looking at nothing