Do not scratch my surface

Military precision

Skin deep

Here are the claws, here are the caresses. The score, history is written on the skin. 

It peels off easy in blue layers of half remembered names.

Peek-a-boo

There was no state of grace

There is only now. What are you making of it?

Also ginger

Lets think this through

F***, you're right, either way we're bug***ed.

Hipster tashe

Ginger

You used to be fun once, now you're just broken

Winter / blank canvas

Fed