Fatal Touch

I took a chance on falling and I fell.
Broad shoulders, dark humor, you bought me two or three. 
You steal my breath and breathe it back so well.

My fingers grazed the edge of your lapel
that’s stained with yellow-liquid and lipstick. 
I took a chance on falling and I fell.

You held my wrist and showed me your motel.
You locked the door and mixed a drink for me. 
You steal my breath and breathe it back so well.
 
I thrashed on crusted sheets while you propelled
your frame. Stop. Stop. I prayed for God to set me free. 
I took a chance on falling and I fell.
I bit your cheek and spat your blood. You yelled.
You cursed my name while I got up and ran. 
You steal my breath and breathe it back so well. 

I know there is a spot for you in Hell.
You took from me the world I used to see. 
You stole my breath and breathed it back so well. 
I took a chance on falling and I fell.