Cyanide

I can't get the taste of you off my lips
Brushing my teeth
There's still candy, and you, and cyanide
I don't want my nails digging into fabric
I want skin on skin contact, sweetie
What's better than having a little fun
When no one knows where you are
Please, give it to me baby
You're all I need
I want the taste of you on my lips
Your teeth on my neck
My hands on your body
And our hearts together
Breaking at the same time