there is a recurring theme.
even when I'm not bad,
it's always something.
and someone's always winning.
to play, o watch me beg.
i want to put you out
and tie you to my bed.
O, to tear into you right now.
to count your veins,
hollow you out.
because someone's gotta love you,
get on their knees when you beg.
i'd like to see you break,
stretching out in my bed.
there is a level, dig deep.
listen with your longing.
is it waving in your sleep?
thought i broke for nothing
and buried what was said.
but if the wall's not signed by you,
crawl into my web.
never knew burning, but i know you.
i'd turn it down, bleed out
and let you love me blue.
cuz someones gotta fill my lungs
with rainwater instead.
the mud, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.
a ladder to my bed.
Could you destroy me,
write it off as inspiration?
I don't need nobody,
but I think I need to taste it.
The fire is taking lives
and if that's your intention,
I'll keep you hot all night.
Water it down and waste it.
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