Nailed up to my door asking me questions
What do you look for
Searched for answers deep into my past
Find out more than what you were asked
Lying down on my floor begging for answers
Why do you look for holding the questions
You question our touch
Find out more than what you asked for
Holding me down you kissed me on the head
Why do you hold these memories so tight in your bed
Why do you think of times before
when your eyes turn red kiss me on the head