Oh sweetheart
And my constant apologies.
I really fucked up.
Oh lover,
My hands are tied,
Depending on your good graces.
Coercion practiced
If you twist my arm.
If you force my open hand,
I can make myself again.
I can dye your hair cherry red,
Move your bed under the window.
Writer(s): Kaia Fischer, William Kuehn, Caithlin De Marrais
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