It's not a physical regret.
Nothing physical to regret.
I let you do things that I don't like.
My back is all scraped up.
Because I am guilty
So I let you use me.
Because I let him use me.
Well, he didn't get to use me.
Nothing physical.
Nervous ticks and cigarette smoke.
Empty hotel rooms,
Waiting for my phone to light up.
To go off.
To make a sound.
Nothing physical.
I'm sorry I 'm so good looking.
And that I'll please anyone
Who caters to my needs
And gives me constant compliments.
Too bad it wasn't physical.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
It's not a physical regret.
Nothing physical to regret.
I let you do things that I don't like.
My back is all scraped up.
Because I am guilty
So I let you use me.
Because I let him use me.
Well, he didn't get to use me.
Nothing physical.
Nervous ticks and cigarette smoke.
Empty hotel rooms,
Waiting for my phone to light up.
To go off.
To make a sound.
Nothing physical.
I'm sorry I 'm so good looking.
And that I'll please anyone
Who caters to my needs
And gives me constant compliments.
Too bad it wasn't physical.
Just being young.
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