He sits and shows me naked women
Wants to know my type
Asks if I’ve thought to want them
Laughs when I’m shy
Hands sweat, coil back
Twist into vines
Don’t I owe them everything for all I’ve come to know?
Seeing what I’m taught to see
Taking to it slow
Buried in the home
When I tell him I’d beg to love them
He starts smiling outside smoking
Burned back slow til he starts choking
Don’t I owe them everything for all I’ve come to know?
Seeing what I’m taught to see
Taking to it slow
Buried in the home
Nothing so sacred leaves this place of reason
That was my cross
That was the outcome
That was the loss
No, I don’t feel anymore
Everything withers
Everything dulls
No, I don’t feel anymore
Nowhere is guidance
When everything’s wrong
No, I don’t feel anymore
Nowhere is guidance
When everything’s wrong
No, I don’t feel anymore