I’m dead, this bed felt warmer before. Your touch, too much I want so much more. What you, said my head’s caught up in a dream; this sex means less than you make it seem. Have fun, I’m done I’m gonna go home; one kiss, just this then leave me alone. This ache, these mistakes we can not resolve as my health and my self begin to dissolve.
These moods, the abuse makes it harder to trust. It feels cheap; I can’t sleep, I can’t seem to adjust. This mess this stress, it’s too much to bare; so give up, get stuck and try not to care.
With your tongue in your cheek, I want it buried beneath; so deep, so deep unable to speak. You’ve got your head in the clouds, you need your feet on the ground. So fall down.
I’m too wasted, I want to go home. I can’t taste it, please just leave me alone. You can’t show me what I already know; I’m too lonely and I’ve got nowhere to go. One lie, one thing I said to myself, “I don’t want you” but I don’t want anyone else. This shame, this game; I can’t make it stop, I just rest my head and let the guillotine drop with two drinks, I think I’m feelin' alright. When you ask me home I think I just might, but this mess this stress it’s too much to bear. I give up, I’ll get stuck and try not to care.
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