Written On The Body Testo

suffer long
to be honest with myself
still unsettled
for what i learned last month

nothing touches you
nothing reaches you

desperate eyes
scan the surface of her skin she cannot shake
she cannot shake the scent of him

a-la-la
not the same
not myself
not again

suffer long
to be honest with myself
still unsettled
for what i learned last month

i cannot reach you
jesus, i cannot seem to touch you

i do not hate myself