you were born in the desert and your dad he was a man and you told me he was no good and you told me he was still good somehow and when he died what did that leave you with? young you learned to hurt a body and you learned to take a body you never told me what you did you never told me what needed to be said when you kissed me the first time we met and I know you've learned the language muscles warm and tough with strength and you told me about the boys you fucked and you told me about the girls you fucked and I held you down and I felt safe there now your face is ever changing into his in my memory and he told me have another drink and he took me where he wanted to go and he told me sweetheart it's ok stay here when I sleep I'll be trying to scrub you out of my dreams I can't tell you what I think cause i can't bear to hear your voice so fuck you I hope you're miserable