do you know how your accusations chafe at my skin
like sandpaper you corrode me into dust
you leech the life out of me, you *******
and you murmur into my ear pretty lies as you stab me from behind
don’t worry baby
we’ll be alright
but you love the way my tears taste
the way the salt rests on your lying tongue
but to me
the salt burns ravines into my skin
turns my flesh into divine sin
i wish
for one moment
i could make you cry the way you make me love