I stare into your eyes
They never blink
But I see me
Your voice echos through my screen
As I touch myself and wish you could see
Oh dearly beloved, how we gather every night
Cos what we do is secret
Between you and me
Let’s make some trouble
Cos troubles all we got
And your hands look so good
Around my neck
And your fingers look so good
Around around a match
At my front door
With my heart on the floor
That knocking at my door
As my mom falls to the floor
And my dad he holds her tight
And we walk into the night
You wipe away my tears
As you wipe yourself clean
From my screen
I never seem to learn
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