It must be the silence
It must be the could have been
It must be the consequence
Oh god
It must be the sin
It must be the gentle touch
Or the smell of her hair
It must be this need to fuck
Oh god
I don't care
It must be the anger
It must be the pain
It must be the addiction worse than cocaine
It must be the churning
Or that docile grin
It must be the yearning
The taste of that ink-stained skin
This intoxication
Mindless fascination
I don't know what I'm doing to you
But I sure as hell know what you do to me
This intoxication
My infatuation
I don't know what I'm doing to you
But I sure as hell know what you do to me
What the hell am I doing?
The neverending sigh
What the hell am I pursuing?
Just another long goodbye
Or maybe it's the thought
Of our breathing entertwined
Or maybe it's all I've got as it only exists in my mind
It must be the conquest
Or that gentle projection
It must the contest
Or my self deception
It must be the churning
Or that docile grin
It must be the yearning
The taste of that ink-stained skin
This intoxication
My infatuation
I don't know what I'm doing to you
But I sure as hell know what you do to me
This intoxication
Mindless fascination
I don't know what I'm doing to you
But I sure as hell know what you do to me
This intoxication
Mindless fascination
I don't know what I'm doing to you
But I sure as hell know what you do to me
This intoxication
My infatuation
I don't know what I'm doing to you
But I sure as hell know what you do to me

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