Slamming doors so loud the ******* house shakes, I'm screaming your name and the thought of her lips on your neck. When are you going to realize you're mine, and the taint of girls you left behind will always show on your palms when we're arguing? I wonder if you know you're tracing the outline of other boys fingertips when you're tired and my skin feels soothing. ***** to know you've poisoned every part of me that contained another man, but yet, you have other girls perfume in your pores, past perfume and lonely boys.