I touch myself when I think of you

My hands are clumsy and I prove

That I was never all that good

I can be soft, for you I could

I like to think that I am in your head

While I am dying in my bed

The neighbors called the cops again

I hear them climbing up the stairs

So please stay away from me

I know you will see

We know what kind of man I’ve been

Please wash me clean love, make me clean

I don’t really think I’m afraid to die

No, I’m barely alive

Just shine your light onto my heart

And watch me scurry back into the dark