Possession - Brett Anderson

For her I would steal the shadow

For her I would step into the grave

Until my skin turns gray

Until my vessels die

And the memory is stained

For her I would play in the traffic

For her I would leap into the flame

But still I don’t posses her

But still I don’t posses her

Bun still I can’t, can’t take

The weakness that I feel at

The dimension of her name