| Come I bring it back with a beck and a call, a little welcoming wave. Come bring your bruises, sap away the energy, absorb all the light dancing on my face. Somehow I need it constantly to suck away, to make me come, to make me feel, even if it's just nothing. Walking in circles, I always come back to it, I can't ever leave. You know how you make me want it, you know how I crave it on a happy sunny day, on a cloudy day, on any day of the week that ends in a 'y.' It comes out of nowhere. I am sitting and it shows, I am sleeping and I see it, I am begging and it's alive. Take it away, I am an addict for this poison-- I taste its sugar, I curl my tongue around the flavor, I can't go away, I can only come crawling. It's in my mind, and all I can do is chant worthless, evil, ugly bitch. |
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