You dog

It consumes me, I don’t want to lose it 

I don’t want to be free from your magic 

‘Cause I don’t know what it means

And it might be worse than this

And I’d probably miss it

In this life I’m choosing I don’t need tattoos

You bruise me enough with your touch

Your hands were soft for starts, then they got rough

And now when I see my face it is you I’m thinking of