On a hair-trigger
on razor's edge
you could tip me
you could trip me
I wouldn't edge away.
I still hunger for you
though you've been
this bad for me.
I'd squall, I'd cry,
I'd barf, I'd die.
This time
I wouldn't make it.
The pain's still slicing
my heart wide open.
Sometimes I don't know
if I'll ever get through.
And yet, still -
I love you.
on razor's edge
you could tip me
you could trip me
I wouldn't edge away.
I still hunger for you
though you've been
this bad for me.
I'd squall, I'd cry,
I'd barf, I'd die.
This time
I wouldn't make it.
The pain's still slicing
my heart wide open.
Sometimes I don't know
if I'll ever get through.
And yet, still -
I love you.
