Cheek sagged in hand, eyes glaze over
Flinch as you kiss my neck, my heart stays sober
Tear away from your arms, I grow colder
I don't got time for you
No I don't got time
Not for the likes of you, anyway
Make my own mind, I stand bolder
Your daggers hit my spine, I grow colder
I don't got time for you
No I don't got time
Not for the likes of you, anyway
Want you to hold me, scold me
Want you to love me, touch me
Want you to feel me, heal me
Want you to fight me, enlight me
I grow colder