i will make you hurt i will make you worse than you were before love is such a chore walking through that door i see it on your face and i am disgraced your trust i erased i was misplaced and you can not trust me cuz i will never be standing in one place
and the flat notes and the clenched throats and the fishing for the compliments and the hooking me with you lines of lust and you know with you that i missed the boat and the train left early and you scolded me