Desire as a Form of Self-Harm

New friend, old ache growing loud again
A cloud of strange smoke passes by
And all we have is time
Words were your enemy
So what the hell were you doing with me?
Grabbed some rope and pulled me close, said:
"We're stuck stuck stuck together"

When we kissed it was some bliss
But it broke us each differently
Because maybe
We'd both rather be fucked up than loved

Come closer
Let me put my hands in places that they shouldn't be
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
Why is desire like this?

Come closer
Say the things I wanna hear that you don't even mean
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
Why is desire like this?