Cub
My Assassin
my assassin lives beneath my bedhe tells me things that haven't happened yethis breath is warm, his hands are cleanhis skin is made of sugar sweet enough to eatmy assassin walks along beside mehe holds a little knife just to remind methat everything's precariousand love is never near enough to save youmy assassin, my assassinhe's my best friend in the whole wide worldmy assassin covers me with waterhe says that fire's faster but it's hotterso six of this and six of thatand in the end you're right back where you startedmy assassin, my assassinholds my hand and keeps me laughingmy assassin, my assassinhe's my best friend in the whole wide world
From Letras Mania