Call me cutthroat,

But you said you Love me too;  
 
where have your wings sailed ?  
where have your wings sailed ?  
 
I want you under my  
fingernails,  
 
i placed my hands  
on cold steel.  
 
felt you through the jammed up door,  
 
hit with the wasp sting  
a shotgun shell;  
 
yet it seems  
you don't taste my name anymore