Текст (слова) песни: Sikth - Hold My Finger

Hold my finger!

I do want to with you
Just understand its not right now

Dont wanna fuck right now
Im chillin with ya
Can we not just lie here and make love spiritually?
All Alone, with you
Your eyes Im looking through
When I wake up I promise Ill be
With you girl?

Then Ill give you all of my attention
Damn right, Ill have my morning erection
Ill give you some lovin

Jump!

Sometimes Id like to do whatever youre into
Building this perfect moment
But as we lie here my mind slips away.

Im so ashamed of myself to do this to you
Its all Im good for now, chick, please forgive me
And it aint no joke, my stoner loving finger hold,
Goodbye to the negative vibes.

Can we not chill, go to sleep with my arms around you?
But then you scream and your right
I should be there for you.
So now I try, check my pulse to make sure Im alive
Sorry chick I cant get in
That Mood now!

Listen, chick, I can hardly function
My mind says chill dont need that affection
Sorry, but I dont want to
Arrrrrrrrrrr...

As I walk, I think too hard,
Cannot grip
Just what went wrong
So if I let this out, could I float away again?
Just want to fly so far away again.

As I fly
Try to get out of these negative vibes
Im so bored
As I float by
What is my destiny, am I somewhere that I shouldnt be?
I feel alone
But when Im with you its, alright
But when Im without you, Im so...
I feel that
Feel close to you
You couldnt understand why
But you want puppy loving and five orgasms til the night
Is through
But it wont happen
Cos I cant explain this with you.

OK, its up, now we fuck, Ill go put on a Johnny
Open the pack, then its back flopping before me.
Mind starts to hurt, you scream
And talk to me like
I wish you could know exactly
What I mean!

Im so wasted, Id not last anyway
Youd think I suck and never see me again
Just chill out chick, chill out, see what I see.
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