I hate to hear myself talk new guilt still fresh on my breath
I want to feel for all I've done
L'll let you fail I've done much worse than that
I've become the very thing that I once hated
I've become the very thing that I once hated
I set myself up to fail
Under the still moon your hands moved
I needed to lose myself in you
Let's press ourselves into a single body
I was standing in two circles tied up like ivy in your hair
Raised fine breathes brushed against me all of this guilt could stain that olive skin
The fox moves under the crescent moon
As I lost myself in you
Let's press ourselves into a single body