Reeth

And so I'll hand you over all of me, and go.
I'm talking softly because my teeth are broke;
My smile is bloody.

So, love, make your bed and lie down in it, too.
That's where I intend to look for you.
Come say you're sorry.

And now, I need to hear you say it with your mouth.
I'm not a man who likes to go without;
I won't go hungry.

Someday, I'll be good.
One day, I'll be who you think I should.
That "me" seems so far away;
I still can't see his face.

Someday, I'll be good.
One day, I'll be who you think I should.
That "me" seems so far away;
I still can't see his face.

You think I kissed you because of what you give to me...
Well, it goes to show that you're not listening.
My mouth's not like yours.