Petite mort

PETITE MORT 
(dear criminals) 

Take my hand 
And I will be your friend 

You can confide and laugh 
Your legs wrapped around my thighs 

You can fight this hard 
But you will never win 

You can try to say goodbye 
But you will never forget 

It’s another way for you to hide to say love is safe and it will follow 
It’s another way - we keep falling 

Take my hand 
And I will be your friend 

If two works out 
Lonely will never last