I can't be more like you can't even be less like me stop asking me personal questions I don't wanna make a scene don't need to treat em like **** to keep em keen, if you love her the way that I'm feelings obscene but I love her saving myself '*** there is no other been thinking about nights up the under covers there's a carnal instinct that can't budged don't feel I know you but feel I know enough being hopeful, wishing you'll remain untouched
...And I remember the stuff we said the last time I graced you I got angry and shouted "I ******* made you!" I let despair cloud my judgment and then proceeded to disgrace you I said I'd never hit you-- never said I was above it my hearts closed forgetting the loving but if you asked me now what love is I'd tell you it's creation after destruction it's peace after disruption it's feeling whole with bodies touching it's feeling empty without them and you wishing you were something