Only Death

Through all that frantic summer sex
Well, you could summarize my bones
And yeah, we probably should’ve guessed
Those months were loans
And it was right when winter peaked
When we were screaming in the streets
We had no pity for the weak
But, damn, we’re weak
So you shot up in bed at night
I kept my eyes closed while you packed
I thought you’d lose your appetite
When it bit back
But you were singing «Wicked Game.»
I’d never felt such brutal flames
We swore that only death could make us tame
And now we’re tame