Conjure Me - The Afghan Whigs

I smell your blood, my love

But i can’t taste it yet

I have your mind, my love

But i can’t waste it yet

Please understand my love

I find this sickening

My head is ice my love

My skin is thickening

But oh!

my love

We could still be friends

And oh!

my love

With me you must contend

I’m gonna turn on you before you turn on me

I’m gonna turn on you can you conjure me?

And walk the mile into this web of my conspiracy

I’m gonna turn on you before you turn on me

I’m in a hole

But i don’t feel the safety net

I have your soul

But i am wasting it

But oh!

my love

We could still be friends

And oh!

my love

With me you must contend