For What I Yearn - In Dying Arms

You taste so familiar

Yet I can’t recall your face

I know that this was meant to be

But this life is not for me

Don’t try to tell me what to do

My love isn’t meant for you

I’m the one who tells you what to do

Hold my hand

Just hold on to my hand

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head

I’m going in

You can’t stop me

I’m going in

You know you want it

The tase of your skin

Makes me wanna fuck you and fuck you

And fuck you again

Fuck

Just hold on to my hand

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head