Off & On - Findlay

The blood is thick, thicker than my thoughts are quick

Quicker than these thoughts turn sick, sick

Sicker than my temperature rising

Sicker than the whites of their eyes despising me

And all my lovers that I can’t disguise

And I’ll never know why

The air is clear, clearer that the taste of tears

Clearer than me smell of fear

And I’m fearful for a long cold year with you

Don’t you know what you do?

You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes

Separate the scabs from the bruises

I turn my thoughts off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

I’m out of breath, offers me a taste of death

Equally the taste of life and I freeze to feel it

I prayed to my god and I prayed to your Jesus, oh yes

I prayed and I pleaded that I’d never go back

But I’m always going back

Cause the touch is sweet, sweeter than he touches me

Sweeter when that touch repeats, repeats

Please believe my heart spills its guts every time that you leave

Don’t you know what you do?

You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes

Separate the scabs from the bruises

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

Off and on

He’s gonna teach me how to live

He’s gonna teach me how to live

He’s gonna teach me how to live

He’s gonna teach me how to live

He’s gonna teach me how to live

He’s gonna teach me how to live

He’s gonna teach me how to live

He’s gonna teach me how to live

He’s gonna teach me how to live