I wish I had met you a year ago
Before I became enveloped in unhealthy habits and people
Because now I’m afraid to touch you
Out of fear that my dirt will rub off on your porcelain skin
But all I want to do is run my fingers over your arms and wrap them in your hair
And the devil knows I always give into temptations
But you’re the purest soul I’ve ever seen
And in my heart I know that it would be wrong to not keep you clean.