Standard (EADGBE)

Desensitize the conscience dies

Here’s to your callous thighs

Here’s to your cold sore lips

Here’s to your circus ride hips

Here’s to my clammy cold hands

I feel like a no woman’s land

You tried to purchase plot

A quagmire’s what you got

I was in love with defeat

It drives a sporadic heartbeat

Well you re the addict impurity

You and your stoned insecurity

Using your boyfriends for rent

Fucking them all ‘till their spent

Well

I can’t judge you lover

We are the same undercover

I’ve posted the same dark entries as you