Well there's wrongs to re-write Sorrows to drown And I know that it's weird But I drink her scent down And I long to be held in her highest regard With not so much a kiss more a meeting of lips In the dark And well she's got this boy who has cut to the quick But he's had his chances that he didn't make stick And he's cold and he's callous and clearly a prick Well I know i'm guilty but this girls got me sick In the head And while it's so ill advised I don't see why I should quit When we listen to deus and this is the kit And the touch of her skins what my days are about And i'd make her mine if she ever put out This fear in my head that continues to roll That i'm so fucking scared as i'm not in control Still I long to be held in her highest regards With not so much a kiss more a meeting of lips In the dark