StareMaster

I touch myself when I think of you My hands are clumsy and I prove That I was never all that good I can be soft, for you I could I like to think that I am in your head While I am dying in my bed The neighbors called the cops again I hear them climbing up the stairs So please stay away from me I know you will see We know what kind of man I’ve been Please wash me clean love, make me clean I don’t really think I’m afraid to die No, I’m barely alive Just shine your light onto my heart And watch me scurry back into the dark