itching, scratch
open wound, can't relax
these things shall pass
old rapture never lasts
swallowing your DNA
another night going to waste
emotional debris
remember how things used to be
am i depraved
is it too late for me
i can't contain my impulses
i'm begging, vindicate me
oh, holy arm of man
what we now call seraphim
i am at your hallowed whim
i'm dirty, consecrate me
i now rebuke my sins
i will obey, i give in
i just want a home again
i'm dying, stimulate me
i just want a home
we both know
no one would want me
and when you need something fragile to break
i'm your glass girl, your glass girl
and if you need something dead to ache
i'm your cold case, your lost chase
when you need something to break
i'm your glass girl, glass girl

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