Even after all this time
I still fantasize about getting you alone again
the bashful way you meet my eye now
and how I stare you down, all pain

wouldn't you like my young flesh again
wouldn't you like to taste my tongue again
wouldn't you like to cry on my shoulder again
wouldn't you like to break me into pieces again

again, I cry,
like a kid on a ride
not realizing that it'll make me sick this time