Perfume Genius
Run Me Through
Pitted, deep lined eyes
Rough as last night
Sharp as a mirror
Broke in two
Run me through
No ins, just outs
Pumping ichor
Bucket my mouth
Satin-matte my dewiness
Skin so soft it sickens
Cut right through
Stretched outside
Salt and lince
Wear me like leather
Just for you
From Letras Mania