Young Throats - Parenthetical Girls

He’s lifelike when the light strikes right

Though no less charmless otherwise

Surprised with where my interest lies

I tried to bite my tongue this time

But tonight, Christ, can’t you see my hands were tied?

My hands were tied

And on my mother’s life

Suppose that I might

Throw this fight, God

Knows I surely tried

Come on, let’s get this over with

I dreamt of this in triplicate

But trust must have its privileges

That just don’t enter into this

Jesus Christ, look at the size of it

The size of it

Your lips clenched like a fist

What promises you wet them with

Brace yourself and this won’t hurt a bit

And who could help but long for more than this

I crossed myself before I crossed your lips

And cling like hell to something just like this