lonely girls and experienced boys

we were just
two people
laying in a bed
pretending to watch a movie
niether of us paying attention
(breathless)

and i loved the way
you made me cringe
when you touched me
loved the pain
you dragged out of me
loved the way you kept asking
"am i hurting you?"
i kept answering
"no."
(just keep touching me)

i just love that i knew
you were using me
but i didn't stop you
i think i wanted to be used
(by you)

i think i might have planned it
this way
but i think i would have
changed
a few things
you seemed so unsure of yourself

i tried to play the role
of innocent girl
i think i did well

and now i'm wrapped up in the scent of you
my clothes smell of you
my skin smells of you
and i can't wait until tomorrow
(i'm dreading tomorrow)

when i see you again

(when i see you again)