This picture's so graceful Coming through in sporadic sensations And is it distasteful If i wrote myself into a sonnet? Let's compare our sensations The ones we get from romantic abrasions And it makes me feel like some kind of psychotic patient And then i realize It's just compliments On a chemical bayonet They are all just temporary And i've been wounded by the girl laying next to me I want to sink into her skin I want to swim, i want to swim And as i sink into her skin I am cold and calculated And the words i say come permeating in Collaboration to a selfish statement Formed through my concentration I want to sink into her skin I want to swim, i want to swim And as i sink into her skin Oh i just needed a distraction