Tate+Violet || Like a Gun

Break the skin
'Cause I can't tell where your body ends and mine begins
Tear the flesh
I woke today feeling like some kind of masochist

You manifest
You bring things to be
And your mojo witchcraft, Honey, it's working on me

I must confess
Pull, beg, and plead
That I need your kiss like the ocean needs a breeze

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