No More of You

Take to task the right of man
Doin' everything he can
Make sure that she's miserable
(I'll) Love her like I understand

No more of you, I'm fucking sick of inabilities
I bet it's fun to cut and bleed me with a breeze
A gust of lust that fills my pores
(A) Light that might just melt my core
You melt my

I wake up, gasping for air
My eyes bounce back and forth
Searching for something familiar
A face, your skin

So close