Fumbling touch in the dark Mapping out stars in beauty marks Tracing the lines in my palm Counting beats in the breaks of balm Break the glass to write a note on A rose red blade to press a throat on Too tender for hell, too young to die Don't wanna stay alive when you're twenty-nine Fingertip caught in a link of chain Bleeding out to ease your private pain Seeking things that will hurt you Sweet and soft just to desert you