I think I might be hiding from myself
It’s so good to be alone with someone else
When you come to me, I see you wanting heat
You’re so good to me
Have we met before?
It’s so good to be hiding from myself
When you say “Baby, come to me”
Who am I?
One who cannot see
I think I might be hiding from myself
It’s so good to be alone with someone else
Hiding with the excess
Intense abruptness
I treaded the winepress
The brutal facts of a strange bondage
Not being held
For all that I’ve done
For all that I own
Not being held
For all that I’ve done
For all that I own
Desperate to be alone