Stitches

If it stayed I'd never leave and if that turned around,
I'd grieve the specail dirty things that we used to talk about.

I mean that loving you is strange,
And adored by me throughout,
Oh no it's you again.

Someday soon you'll find that someone,
Waiting for the chance to beat you,
Drooling on the set to feel you,
Blessing you with every kiss.

Tying yourself to me,
Stitch up my emptiness,
Cause you're the death of me,
So precious loving the thrill.

Tying yourself to me,
Stitch up my emptiness,
Cause you're the death of me,
So precious loving the thrill.

Such the patient one who needs me,
The spoiled one who wins so shocking!
Where's your sense?
Don't you know I hate you so?
Unsatisfied little Girl.

Tying yourself to me,
Stitch up my emptiness,
Cause you're the death of me,
So precious loving the thrill.

Tying yourself to me,
Stitch up my emptiness,
Cause you're the death of me,
So precious loving the thrill.

Rolling dice seeming queer,
Bastard love a sick affair,
Let's see what new disease you'll fetch.

I mean that fucking you is strange,
And adored by me through out,
Oh no it's you again,
Blessing you with every kiss.

So precisous you know,
This hate of mine exploded,
So deranged you know,
I will never be decieved!

Tying yourself to me,
Stitch up my emptiness,
Cause you're the death of me,
So precious loving the thrill.

Tying yourself to me,
Stitch up my emptiness,
Cause you're the death of me,
So precious loving the thrill.

So precious loving the thrill,
So precious loving the thrill,
Cause you're the death of me,
So precious loving the thrill.