Seven years is all it takes
To completely exfoliate
Cells die off, regenerate
Leave a reminiscent shape
So, if I can wait five more
In this shape that I abhor
I'll sleep with an open door
Knowing you haven't touched a cell on my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
Now, my love carries the task
Of handling the aftermath
Can you smooth the looping lines
Of fingerprints before your time?
Patience with the jagged grooves
Of relics that I can't remove
Worn thin, washing up to you
Kiss me till the cells are new on my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body
On my body