Lyrics

Thank you for the touch,
like a razor,
kiss my wound.

Cut me to open,
I'm ready to use,
bring vanilla and incense.

--ch.

I need the comfort of a stranger.

Eighteen years in a week.

Like a razor,
kiss my wound.

Thank you for the touch,
like a razor,
kiss my wound.

Cut me to open.

I'm ready to use.