Walking in jeans
stained with
grass
and
memories

Come lay your hands upon me,
dig your fingers to rip my skin apart.
Trace your lips softly and gently,
before biting down on my beating heart.

You use me
confuse me
and never bother looking
to see if I'm still following behind
You want me
to haunt me
so you can go on flaunting
the power that your heart holds over mine
you fill me
you **** me
with your kind of loving
knowing I'd do anything for you
You need me
you bleed me
dry, until I'm empty
and then you move on to someone new.

i seat it in the back row
and i try not to stare
but i know that it's there

i'll blame it on the front row
when i don't even care
but i know that it's there

it's creeping in the back row
and i try not to share
but i know that it's there

i guess it's just who we are
i guess i'm worse for ware
and i know that it's here

it takes a seat in the front row
and i can't help but to stare
because i know that it's there