Take my hand, baby, please I just want to touch you
Why do you flinch, baby, why do you look so afraid?
As if my skin left all those black scars I can see on your shoulders As if the tips of my fingers burn right through your flesh with my sins As if I’ve drowned you in waters to laugh at the way that you sputter As if it’s possible you haven’t wanted me for quite some time now
Sometimes the voice of my childhood tells me I’ve hurt you And sometimes the sound of my shame makes me sob when you’re near
I’m not the angel that you once imagined would save you You’re starting to sense that you ran out of dusk into darkness.