Tears, weathered cheeks Creases on soft skinIs it you? Is it me?Abandonment clogs the sink Oh, AntonioLet those words freeOh, AntonioBreak a wall for me Dying to get past herDo thin lips confuse?Am I not enough?Daddy was a bastard Oh, AntonioLet those words freeOh, AntonioBreak a wall for me Drained me when I went downBut

If you knew how many songs I wrote about you You might turn away Don’t wash yourself after So I seep into your pores Lay in bed a bit longer  Yeah, I’m not like the other whores   Grab me a bit harder No, it doesn’t hurt A masochist for your love No, you’re not

We’ll move through this, expand Just tell me I’m your man Feel this obsession No shame in being a possession Cleanse your words with my mouth Guzzle the cup till nothing comes out You’ll work through my commands Take pride in being a fan Righteous love Idolize my hug Stigmatize the left They don’t bleed

He gets meUndress meDoesn’t repress me Could he be a silent killer?So attractive without a filter Frightened to be this happyLife’s certainly been a letdownBut if this’s another lesson I shall seekIt surely’s been an exuberant week! He gets meHe lets meDoesn’t forget me Heard it’s all about the journeybut what’s wrong with wanting to

God, I love him Gonna let him in to see where all the parts of me begin   You ease me into parasympathetic state and I never want to leave the date Yeah, I love him Oh god, I need him…   Is this the way these things go? Don’t need to create a story

I need him to die because I let him see me cry These raw emotions nauseate my insides Not made for the games that’s played on these apps Easy for the shallow to bounce right back Grass’ AAFF00 under my feet but he travels an hour for lackluster green So eat it up as you

I’ll feed off her jealousy These words are my therapy “Nice girl” is your legacy Didn’t find me “accidentally”   Got sprung Because you want a son Womb is tickin’ Chiron points the gun   Sad excuse for a lion Botox got you lyin’ An all-in-one they can fuck “Wife & Mom!” Marketing struck  

You borrowed his nameLike some domestic dame butDidn’t pay the domainWho said rams could be tamed? Was she everything you thought she’d be?A rich bitch pedigreePlayed house in a fake storyMust’ve needed safety after me Oh, you smug little bitchWhen you stand up, I’ve gotta sitWalking around like she’s a poodleLooking like a Ray Charles’