Lyrics

I dream of swinging from the ceiling Scream at the thought of her knowing I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah Begging for the feeling I dream of swinging from the ceiling Scream at the thought of her knowing I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah Begging for the feeling Collar with a chain, though I never run away Love is grip that squeezes me like a tourniquet Deeply felt and simply expressed Take whip to my hands leaving marks on my wrists You wanted something more Fuck me up to prove it I dream of swinging from the ceiling Scream at the thought of her knowing I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah Begging for the feeling I dream of swinging from the ceiling Scream at the thought of her knowing I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah Begging for the feeling I dream of swinging from the ceiling Scream at the thought of her knowing I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah Begging for the feeling