Que Me Duela

At three in the morning
I have the window open
Come in, come in and endure

I'm bored of poetry
Wounds excite me
Keep the flower
And give me the thorns

I feel, I feel hundreds
Of caresses that burn me like wax
Maybe it was the wine
He came to do whatever he wants to me

Let it burn me, let it hurt me
Let it burn me, let it hurt me

I don't want you to sweeten me
I want you to poison me
I don't want good mornings
Nor goodbyes either

This suspense excites me
Feeling fear excites me
Not knowing if it will be a kiss
Or a bite

I want to feel the hardness
Of the ground
I like it on top
The music
Drive the tip
Of your fang into me
And now feel the edge
Of mine
Vampires

Suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck
More wine
Suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck
More wine

Let it burn me, let it hurt me
Let it burn me, let it hurt me

Let it burn me, let it hurt me
Let it burn me, let it hurt me