&High Stoned Sex

Airway seems constricted
Tissue is still expanding - where it should be.
The green turns to red
Paranoia sets in.
You are my favorite euphoria.

But you hide away.
Blood is flowing again.
Let me in in this state 'til I'm ground once more again.

Your figure gently mocks me
Now I can barely feel you - a visual cure
While I thrust the air around you.
Am I alive or immune?

So I hide away.
My sheets are stained.
It's too late, I gave out of this greater love again.

You can look but don't you touch.
You can touch, but don't you taste.
Cut your throat and sell me your soul
So I can yours when mine is a waste.
Look but don't touch
Touch but don't taste.

Pining thoughts away
I love myself more than most.

You can look, don't fucking touch.
You can touch, don't fucking taste.
Cut your throat and sell me your soul
So I can yours when mine is erased.
Look but don't touch
Touch but don't taste.

You can look, but don't touch, and don't hesitate.
Cut your throat, sell your soul, and get over me.

Lyrics by Bradley J
© 2012 Opioid Music