Oh God, I'm stuck.
They are [bad word] bent on us, and I've got nothing to offer you.
My skin trembles, it wants to be used.

Oh God, I'm thrown.
I am only happy on my own.
My heart grows harder, it wants to perform.
And I only ever feel it when I wanted to be torn..

to be torn.
Like a hand held, from its first love.
Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope.
Like a grown child, from its skipping rope.

Oh God, what now?
I [bad word] this, I have broken you down.
Your fingers are weathered, your eyes are full of glass.
The raindrops collide with the tears at your mouth..

at your mouth.
Where I once kissed your warm lips,
as my tongue tripped over white teeth;
bitten soft skin, with my hands tied.

Oh God, I've strayed.
I should not [bad word] here with the wind in my sails.
I've blown you backwards, now your heart is in pain.
And I know you don't believe me, but I'm sorry that I failed to be torn.

Like a hand held, from its first love.
Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope.
Like a grown child, from its skipping rope.