23rd of december
i let you slip beneath my skin so swiftly
and with the same ease
you swept me under the surfaces
now you're aching to touch this very skin of mine
the one i had to rip open for you
the one you never saw again since
so baby, let me check for blood and blades
and let me tell you a story about my heart
count the scars of then and since with me
i'll let you kiss this inch of me
you can lick my wounds and cry
because i'm not the one i was before
you're not the one on power anymore