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You taste like black sugar
Like perfume on blood
Like sin dressed in velvet
Like “I love you” forgot
I keep licking the knife
Like it owes me the wound
You taste like black sugar
And I beg to be used
You lit the room in lowlight
And I came crawling to the scent
Cherry skin and bitter smoke
Dripping off your silhouette
I said that I was clean
But you reeled me back in like a prayer
I wore the shame like satin
And you smiled like it always ended there
Your fingers trace the fault lines
Like you mapped them in your sleep
I tell you where it hurts
Then you press until I weep
But I beg for every second
Like you’ve stitched me to the spark
Like I only feel alive
When you’ve been pulling me apart
You dress destruction in desire
You carve the curse into comfort
You dress destruction in desire
You carve the curse into comfort
I beg to be used
I beg to be used
You wait until I’m weakest
Then show up soft as breath
Saying, “Just this once, then I’ll go”
But we both know what happens next
You kiss like comfort; talk like the cure
Wear my cravings like silk
And I let you in knowing damn well
You always stain what you milk
You say I look better broken
That I shine more when I’m cracked
You say the pain gives me purpose
And I nod like that’s a fact
I hate how much I want you
I hate how much I stay
But even hell has velvet walls
When you dress it up this way
You dress destruction in desire
You carve the curse into comfort
You dress destruction in desire
You carve the curse into comfort
Taste the black sugar
Lick the knife
Smell the blood I’ve spilt
I see the afterlife
Taste the black sugar
Lick the knife
Smell the blood I’ve spilt
I see the afterlife
You choke me with your kindness
Then command me to kneel
Pour candle wax down my spine
Just to see if I will heal
You lean into the blade
While I polish the shine
I lick every inch
Just to prove that you are mine
You dress destruction in desire
You carve the curse into comfort
You dress destruction in desire
You carve the curse into comfort
You taste like black sugar
Like perfume on blood
Like sin dressed in velvet
Like “I love you” forgot
I keep licking the knife
Like it owes me the wound
You taste like black sugar
And I beg to be used
You taste like black sugar
Like perfume on blood
Like sin dressed in velvet
Like “I love you” forgot
I keep licking the knife
Like it owes me the wound
You taste like black sugar
And I beg to be used
I beg to be used
I beg to be used