Just tie me up and leave me in your basement. Wait 40 days to find a way to stop sinning. From under your steps I doubt it. Not with my breath crawling through the cracks in the ceiling and clutching at your throat. All I wanna do is read bad news, bite your skin and taste the abuse. Do you ever get used to feeling used? Can I ever get used to you? When I look behind your eyes I sit and stare and try to find my way inside. Find out what goes on inside your head when you drag me through our bed. Please don’t go just lay in space with me instead.
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