The rot smells sweet Like fruit past its prime Lean closer Mouth waters Sticky, viscous, slow Breaking down Into something honest Attraction and revulsion Honey, honey, honey Sweet, sweet, sweet, suffer I know how this ends I fly closer anyway Consumption and being consumed Is this intimacy? Mouth to hole, raw ×4 Shame, more us, oh ― Your skin, molten wax Wanting to trace, fingers inside Watch the shape hold Then collapse Burning at both ends Meeting in the middle Fusing in the heat Becoming something neither I know how this ends I fly closer anyway Offering and being stolen Is this intimacy? Honey, honey, honey Sweet, sweet, sweet, suffer Into the swaying, can't see Touching back Go down anyway What will we find? Mouth to hole, raw ×4 Shame, more us, oh ― Dissolving, falling, no longer two All of it dripping too raw ×4 oh ― Music: May. & SUNO Lyrics: May. Photo: ChatGPT Images