My Friend Morrissey - Tigers Jaw

Savor all the sexuality

The skin on skin that helps me be

And hands catching up with me

I used to be alluring

Waste away the night

I know the muscle makes me miss her

I thought about it on the ride home

And when I got home

Waste away again

Muscle memory, I miss you

Kill me now, if I can’t stay around

I’m too young to be planted now at home

I like to be alone

Waiting, holding

Deeply open

Skin on my skin

Show me, slowly

I embrace her fondly with a free mind

We touch because there’s nothing else to do

Totally defined within a moment

Lying awake, pressing on you

Waste away again

You know her hands make my whole life hard and free