Nothing is better than this
There’s no number 10 at the top of my list
Something says this can’t be right
But, I think that maybe the part that I like

Who taught you that little trick?
It leaves me drained but unable to sit
Wrapped up in perfumes and oil
The sins in my head all start to uncoil

12345678

999

Better than I’d ever dreamed
I’m starting to come, apart at the seams
Dreaming in color and flesh
If heaven’s not real, this is as good as it get

If this is a trap
I don’t want to be thrown back
I’ll succumb to you
And all of the things that you do
All that I know I am willing to let go
If I should die someday please let it be this way