Untitled Song

You look terrible
You're taking off your clothes
My walls are closing in
When will we commit sin

Hours, of broken glass
Time and Time again
What will they say?
What will they say?

You're not so perfect
I've seen your worst skin
When will you get a grip
You're losing it

You're not so
Not so.

You're not so perfect
I've seen your worst skin
When will you get a grip
I think you're losing it

Nothing can change your past
So just let it go
Nothing can save you now
I know, you're losing it.

[That's a song I wrote for my boyfriends band to sing]