Put me on your tongue
Tell me how I make you feel
as the devil and god rage inside me
Tell me what we all want to hear.
The same fingers through your hair and arms around my body
Kisses that make the words leave your mouth
You've locked me down
In a cell, you stand by
Watch your feelings drop
one
by
One
I catch them with the same fingers that went through your hair
Hands that put my body together, piece by piece
Blame your father (it’s the chemicals in your brain)
I thought we were okay (you drops bombs)
6 months to the day
Why am I not okay