you can tell for weeks
when you laid your hands on me
the bruises deep purple and green

sometimes I might think
i should find a gentler thing
but then I am weak I know I will not leave

I wonder why I like it

you are not blindly striking
you crush my will to die

anyone I see
kicking with my legs and teeth
I know you will be all things I need

but when it comes to me
baby that's where you are weak
you are so afraid of me
it's really kind of sweet