Stitches

I’ve got to control, to make and mold this here
Stop… bust my load
Can’t touch
Mmm… that’s enough
Oh, I’m gonna get
Oh, give me more
Here we go
Can’t touch what isn’t there
I know because I’ve tried
I’ve got five beliefs and hollow eyes
I’m all my desires
It’s buried deep inside, it’s a model sin
It’s exactly what I’ve said
It makes me want to take sides
Get caught in it, and then call it off
Can’t touch what isn’t there
I know because I’ve tried
I’ve got five beliefs and hollow eyes
I’m all my desires
And let’s just say that they want a fire
How and why I can’t tell but
I’m innocent, no problems there
I’m too young, not again
A poster of a, model from a, habit of last year
Cuz I’m making my sutures out of records and broken dreams
I’ve been balancing, pull together myself
But then I’m damaging, cutting in cutting off
Can’t touch what isn’t there
I know because I’ve tried
I’ve got five beliefs and hollow eyes
I’m all my desires
Can’t touch what isn’t there
I know because I’ve tried
I’ve got five beliefs and hollow eyes
I’m all my desires
All my desires