Desire as a Form of Self-Harm

Lyrics

New friend, old ache growing loud again A cloud of strange smoke passes by And all we have is time Words were your enemy So what the hell were you doing with me? Grabbed some rope and pulled me close, said: "We're stuck stuck stuck together" When we kissed it was some bliss But it broke us each differently Because maybe We'd both rather be fucked up than loved Come closer Let me put my hands in places that they shouldn't be Don't leave don't leave don't leave Why is desire like this? Come closer Say the things I wanna hear that you don't even mean Don't leave don't leave don't leave Why is desire like this?