She's playing inside my head
Locking doors so no one gets in...

She lands on his doorstep day after day
Looking like a dried-up sponge...

You didn't ask lust to spread a
Sweet smile across my face...

We're caught mid-air
the ground below...

Today is the day you'll know what it's like
To have your hands ripped off...

As the sun sets
And I question its existence...

We'll stare at the TV
and start to cry...

He silently steals into your gentle soul
And gouges out a deep dark hole...