lets not kiss and make up
i dont want to have to fake the enjoyment
or degrade myself in paperthin whispers
of how good you make me feel

moaning like a cheap slut
to cover up my sighs of boredom
if only you were as good
as you think you are
you were until i realized thats all
you ever wanted

i dont even get paid to be
your fucken prostatute

i once loved it
the feeling of complete togetherness
evertime you plunged so deep
you touched my heart
but that was never
what you were aiming for

it was so easy for you to pretend
and i loved you to damn much
to think you ever lied to me
oh the blindness of naivity

so let me lay immobile
as you tear my heart apart
pretend i`m somewhere anywhere else
until i get the balls to tell you
to fuck someone else
because i`m tired of feeling
like sex is all i`m
good for