slow motion explosionsMature

So it's building up,
building, building, building -
timed like a pressure bomb.

Baby, that's just life,
just life sometimes.
Close your eyes, close
your eyes & turn down,
down the lights.

You can shut this off,
lose yourself, lose yourself
in my skin between the sheets.

So it's building up,
building, building, building,
like a slowly swelling hand grenade.

The End

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