You said: "Take the violin that you hang on your wall Stick it under your bed before it crumbles and falls" "Just dont open your eyes before counting to ten" I can hardly remember, just the smell of your hands As they danced on my body, running over my pores With the force of steering wheel crushing my bones I said: "You smell like the devil but you feel like the lord" And when I think of perfection you know I’m thinking of your Voice when you tell me you dont call him your baby Because that was the name that you rightfully gave me And its foolish to share with someone else