Call it what you want, assuming you have any idea what to call it
|I came unto you nameless
So utterly unworthy
Helpless and completely bloodthirsty
Infatuation was never my intention
I've tasted too much
And I've lusted to touch
Your body's wet and mine is nameless
You whispered in my ear once but my attention has a tendency to slip in and out of my mind
In time my crime will come to find me nameless
Whatever will you call me when I'm gone?
What will you say when my memory is nothing but a ghost in your head?
Will I be nameless?
Unrequited by love's loss, heartfelt and blameless?
But if you find me by night's end walk soft and try your best not to speak
One look from me
One touch from you
If we make believe you may believe that I am not so unworthy
If it's all the same time will tell
And one day you might just call my name
are you happy, insanity? I've gone...and done it again