a blistering wound
left by you
has created fears
of distracting leers
and people of fright
hold on to my night
i see your face
full of disgrace
for dating a nasty girl like me
oh please
i was your first
not at all the worst
i was the best
and nothing less
so come at me
with all of your irony
'cause i can take it
but you won't make it
in this place
without a bit of grace
just leave
before i stop you from breathing