Razor That Wins

Coffee stains on my dress
and marks on my hands
its all part of the plan.
light, light lies in the dark
you’re the night and the spark
yeah you keep my head spinning.
but oh, like a dove
you just keep coming back
you poison my brain
cause I still feel the same.
And it’s love that remains
on the hems of your clothes
and the marks on your skin
it’s the razor that wins.