The Killing Kind

You've got your hands on me
And I know that you're the killing kind
Baby, even if I had eyes
In the back of my head
You know I'd still be blind

You've got your weight on me
And it thunders like a thousand pounds
Every step that I take
My whole body aches
Closer to the ground

The way you do me
I don't want you to stop
'Cause it feels so good
But when you're through with me
I'm gonna wish you would

You spend your time on me
Baby, I'm just a clock in your cage
Every second we kiss
Is time I miss
When it's too late

You've got your hands on me
And I know it's almost killing time
But deep down I know
What a way to go
With your body on mine

©2013 Chase Perryman