
Date of issue: 24.02.2016
Song language: English
Not Allowed |
So how should I begin this? |
I guess it started when you were with him |
And how he never even took you out to dance |
But did he fuck with any rhythm? |
But now he’s playing with your head |
But did he ever make you come? |
Did he ever make you cry? |
Do the wires in your mind get sewn together |
Rubbed and severed by the head |
You don’t know how long |
I could stare into your picture |
And wish that it was me |
I guess it’s different cause you love him |
But I’ve got an interactive |
Sick and twisted imagination |
And that’s gotta count for something |
I dreamt I was standing in your doorstep |
Licking sweat off of your forehead |
With my finger in your mouth |
And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground |
You should hear when you’re not around |
When it’s just us horny poets |
Who can’t wait to write it down |
And swear we were only being being honest |
Do you like these little sonnets |
Cause I wrote them just for you |
But how quickly they turn sour |
So be careful who you screw |
And never call |
And I’m starting to suspect |
You don’t intend to do anything you say at all |