| Bad Habit For a year he�s fed you with this Silver spoon he found in your drawer. For a year he�s given you this: Everything he had and more. A whispered muttering there About the way you�re treating him. There�s a gossip in the air About the way you�re hurting him. It�s not enough to walk away, Not enough to shed false tears, You need to find the words to say To make it hurt more, raise new fears. Grab some salt and kiss another, Lose purity under this full moon. Grab some salt to hurt your lover While he�s choking on your silver spoon. Never complained or tried to hurt you, Or lost his temper a moment too soon. Snuff the candles, he took it from you As you fucked him with your silver spoon. |