Intimate

There's so many things I was sad about. So many things. But not you. No, no. Not what you do. There's so many things I was sad about. So many things. But not you. No, Not what you do. I've been scared so much the way you touch My skin. What you hear, Could hear. Said I'd better leave you out. I was only fifteen. Why should it be With me? What a shame I could have thought you would Have been mine. What a shame. Said you were the more divine. Ooh, hell, I would have thought you could deny. Mm. Tell me. I don't know if it's okay, give flesh to My brain. 'Cause all I hear is that they Were in heaven in a nightmare. Somebody kissing my forehead like it doesn't mean Something, something, something, Something.