Washed hands
Take mine
Wonder where they've been and why
Skin dried
Left scars for lines
Tied hands
Mouth wide
Tuck your skin inside of mine
Just try
To land between your shame and spine
It's alright
We both died
A hundred times
And the skin that reproduced stayed white
And wouldn't hide
So we cover and try to try
And I turn to you and ask you why
And you say "It used to hurt but now I'm fine
I think I'm fine"