My Skin
take a look at my bodylook at my hands
there's so much here that
i don't understand
your face saving promises
whispered like prayers
i don't need them
cuz i've been treated so wrong
i've been treated so long
as if i'm becoming untouchable
well, contempt loves the silence
it thrives in the dark
the fine winding tendrils that
strangle the heartthey say that promises
sweeten the blow
but i don't need them
no i don't need them
i've been treated so wrong
i've been treated so long as
if i'm becoming untouchable
i'm a slow dying flower
in the frost killing hours
weet turning sourand untouchable
do you remember the way that
you touched me before
all the trembling sweetness
i loved and adored
your face saving promises
whispered like prayers
i don't need them
i need the darkness
the sweetness
the sadness
the weakness
oh, i need this
i need a lullabye
a kiss goodnight
angel, sweet love of my life
oh, i need this
well, is it dark enough
can you see me?
do you want me?
can you reach me?
or i'm leaving
you better shut your mouth
and hold your breath
you kiss me now
you catch your death
oh, i mean this
"My Skin" Natalie Merchant
