I CAN'T BELIEVE THE THINGS YOU GET AWAY WITH.
FORCE TOSSED AROUND, IT'S IGNORANT AND SHAMELESS.
THIS ONE LINE (YOU MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE).
I'M NOT FINE, I'M AFRAID TO BE ALONE WITH YOU.
These hands
That you put on me,
They tie me to the ground.
These words
You whisper to me,
I hardly make a sound.
These nerves;
You crawl within me.
It feels good to feel so wrong.
YOUR FLESH, YOUR BLOOD.
I'M CHOKING ON YOUR TONGUE.
YOUR SKIN, YOUR LOVE.
THEY FORCE ME TO THE WALL.
IF YOU COULD SEE YOURSELF;
YOUR HANDS ON MY BACK.
HOW COULD I PUT UP WITH THIS
THING THAT YOU LACK?
...And in the damp parking space,
Your car in the lot,
I'm fresh when you tighten me.
(Fresh rain in the trunk)
You hold me
In a cold way.
You fashion me.
You throw me away...
YOUR FLESH, YOUR BLOOD.
I'M CHOKING ON YOUR TONGUE.
YOUR SKIN, YOUR LOVE.
THEY FORCE ME TO THE WALL.
IF YOU COULD SEE YOURSELF;
THE SHAME RUNNING THROUGH YOUR HANDS.
HOW COULD I PUT UP WITH THESE
FASHIONABLE...
I CAN'T BELIEVE THE THINGS YOU GET AWAY WITH.
FORCE TOSSED AROUND, IT'S IGNORANT AND SHAMELESS.
THIS ONE LINE (YOU MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE).
I CAN ONLY CRY, I'M AFRAID TO BE...
YOUR FLESH, YOUR BLOOD.
YOUR SKIN, YOUR LOVE.
NAIVETÉ PUNISH ME FOR WHAT I'VE DONE.
I NEVER WANTED YOU TO TURN INTO THIS ONE.
IF ONLY I COULD'VE SEEN THIS THING THAT YOU LACK,
I COULD'VE KEPT MYSELF, I'D HAVE MYSELF BACK.