Petty Lust
By GlassBrains
Give me back the days, minutes, and hours I spent them pining and you will give back when you die they'll take back the dead flowers three is a party i'm not invited to I hope he is happy, now that he has you But did he fuck you? did he make you bleed? I hope you realize that the blood on the floor is just a measure of how much you think he loves you We've gone nowhere and you're out of time I'll watch it go I'll see you become the hooker, the whore I'll see you commit the fucking crime then I'll think that it was a shame I hope you realize that I still love you Did he fuck you, enough to love you? did you cry for him? I cried for you did he make you bleed? there will always be blood on my floor Well, who you fuckin' now? I'll never wonder I've fucked myself, enough to know you'll have to fuck yourself a way out and when you fuck yourself will i cross you mind? Did he leave you in the rain? send you down the drain? so you say, so you say absence makes the heart go yonder but your kids will never know Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 02:55 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"Give me back the days, minutes, and hours..."