i feel like a piece of meat
mind is so cluttered i can't even think
lying here in black sheets
trying to make it until the end of the week
the problem's you and me
lips are parted and i can't even speak
and my mind keep up with my feet
air in my lungs but i can't even breathe
focused on her porcelain teeth
the problem's you and me
and i can be trusted with any heart that's not my own
the problem's me
sink your teeth
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