It's a need
crawling up my body
leisurely stroking my hair

I don’t get to be free
the demons are taunting me
my mistakes
wrecking havoc in my heart

They don’t get the craving
how good it feels to rebel
when I’ve been aiming for perfect
for as long as I remember

That’s why his touch makes me moan
the thought of doing wrong turns me on
the beat of the music makes me sway
and they’re pressing against my back

And it’s all I can do to get free
being everything I’m not supposed to be

it’s in the bathroom, on the floor, in the kitchen, against the door
on the couch, in the bed, against the tree, in the taxi, on the beach
and everywhere they’re taunting me





perfect strangers set me free




for a moment