Persistent inconsistencies
They eat away at me
Taking over what I feel
And every time you set me free
With just a glance
With just a glance
And I can't remember what it's like to be asked if I'm alright or if I'm alive.
Whisper softly in my ear
It's not like you were ever really here
Touching her gently, caressing thighs
Replacing romance, not locking eyes
After the turn on, don't leave her skirt on
Then leave her wanting more, as she's out the door
Rotten words from broken lips
A poison tongue and selfishness
Bleeding spirals down the stairs
Thinking that the world couldn't get much
Much worse
Thinking that it won't get worse
Thinking that it won't get worse

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