Soft skin and dead hair And these tired eyes And I want to fuck to myself And I want to eat my self Broad back and bad tits, yes I know my kind Raw mouth, worn out, I've never felt so alive You've realized that I'll let you hurt me And now you want to do it all of the time No bruise is permanent, neither am I But you're welcome to try and try In the most ecstatic of senses I have embraced my suffering Twenty six years of false pretenses Again, pretending to care about men I am loved insofar as I cherish this pain You should shut your mouth Because language means nothing When every set of fingers leaves a different dig on my hips Too big, on my back, it's too big When I get you alone I'll point out all of my problems Then I'll lay still while you try and resolve them And you can read the story of my last six weeks In little black bruises and marks from boy's teeth And that shit hurts- but if I'm anything less than perfection Well shit Nobody told me