Emotional Punching Bag
Pick me up, Make me rough
I'm an emotional punching bag
Lay it on me, Lay me up
Don't try to tell me that I'm good
As my insecurities rise
and my defenses fall
and I gave myself to you
You had it all
and you asked," Is this how you want to spend your life?"
and I said," No, is this how you want to spend the night?"
and you said," Sure, I don't have anything better to do anyway."
"Okay, sweetness, I understand." I said, "So you wanna fuck right now?"
And you said," Yeah, why not? Hey! Where are the tortilla chips?"
Pick me up, make me rough
I'm an emotional punching bag
Don't try to tell me that I'm good
When your thoughts are over there on her
Sluts like her are a dime a dozen, but hey you've got ten bucks
And you said," But I love you anyway.."
And this time I just nodded.
Pick me up, make me rough
I'm an emotional punching bag
Don't try to tell me that I'm good
When it's not enough for you
Just lay me on the ground
and kick me in the ribs
Please just kill me now
It can't hurt worse than this..