Strictly Physical by Mitch Gundrum Lyrics
Each time that I kissed her; a benevolent blister.
Every touch of her fingers; just a sickening scar.
Every word she had spoken; another bone broken
and nothing can fix them, for we've gone too far.
Every perfume inhaled; a new limb impaled.
Every song from her lips is a screeching; a shriek.
With each lie I believe her; a fantastic fever.
All is lost, and we don't have a clue what we seek.
Confusion and conflicts; they started as pin pricks -
Not wary as parasites tore at my skin.
Lies spreading the rashes; eyes opening gashes;
Try to end it, but neither knows where to begin
That love-laden winter; a still swollen splinter.
Each memory induces attack of the heart,
and each revelation; a new asphyxiation.
Neither soul whole, but broken; ‘tis why we must part.
Each promise binding is a light, painful; blinding.
Once the warmth of her skin; now a third degree burn.
Her hair shielding me, tangled; all I feel now is strangled,
yet as much as we struggle, we won't ever learn.
Every action we choose is the cause of more bruises.
Every beat of the heart forces deeper the clot.
Every breath is a choke; every thought is a stroke
we have tried to fight back, but we surely cannot.
Every touch of her fingers; just a sickening scar.
Every word she had spoken; another bone broken
and nothing can fix them, for we've gone too far.
Every perfume inhaled; a new limb impaled.
Every song from her lips is a screeching; a shriek.
With each lie I believe her; a fantastic fever.
All is lost, and we don't have a clue what we seek.
Confusion and conflicts; they started as pin pricks -
Not wary as parasites tore at my skin.
Lies spreading the rashes; eyes opening gashes;
Try to end it, but neither knows where to begin
That love-laden winter; a still swollen splinter.
Each memory induces attack of the heart,
and each revelation; a new asphyxiation.
Neither soul whole, but broken; ‘tis why we must part.
Each promise binding is a light, painful; blinding.
Once the warmth of her skin; now a third degree burn.
Her hair shielding me, tangled; all I feel now is strangled,
yet as much as we struggle, we won't ever learn.
Every action we choose is the cause of more bruises.
Every beat of the heart forces deeper the clot.
Every breath is a choke; every thought is a stroke
we have tried to fight back, but we surely cannot.