Grain

I’m the hole, you’re the grain, I’m the colour, you’re the strain
I don’t see, I don’t know you, I am pretty, I’m unlike you

Heal me, heal me, heal me, give me cliché

I’m a hore, you’re a prostitute, I need more, more than you should
I control, each and everyone but when it comes to you, I stun

Heal me, heal me, heal me, give me cliché

I’m awake, you’re narcotic, I’m constructed, you’re erotic
I am equal, we are even, now I fall, I don’t know

Heal me, heal me, heal me, give me cliché

I lost weight, although I feed myself, I am late, you are pure
Now I live of sacred empathy, physiology?

Heal me, heal me, heal me, give me cliché