Cthuwu

You're sometimes, I'm maybe the sourest taste to reach into your mouth
 Pulling strings of your tongue and drawing lines on your face
 Coercive to touch
 Candlelight, melt me
 I'm but wax interposing my glass frame
 Gentle hand, meld me
 You can touch me any way that you want to
 Just last year you hated me but I guess we're irresponsible
 You promised me you'd divorce me and holy waters what we'll drink
 Your hand, my hand, put your head on my lap
 Three steps behind, follow prints in the snow
 I won't be nervous
 I need your grace for the water we shared is now to be holy
 It's the act (It's the act) of sharing this water
 It's the act (It's the act) of sharing this water
 That makes it holy
 That makes it so sweet
 I need to feel you again, melt me
 I need to feel you again, melt me