tornerai da me.

i don't want to be a pick me up. your coffee went cold, you turn to me... wake you up, bring you to life, make you feel. i got all the emotions, you know that. i give you reaction. traction. pain, just a fraction.

i wrap you 'round my icy finger. i always could... i know how to get to you, i know the ways of your brain better than i know my own. i could plant myself in there, let myself become you (rather, you smother me). or, let us be bound. but i could never be bound, not even by your twisting twining lying luring begging breaking string of false feeling. i can't be tethered.

i know you still fucking adore me in your sick little twisted mind. and i could drag you right back to february any time i want... i hope you know that.

perché so che anche se mi hai odiato, canterai il mio nome.

tornerai da me, con le mani giunte.

tornerai da me.

- v