Desensitize the conscience dies
Here’s to your callous thighs
Here’s to your cold sore lips
Here’s to your circus ride hips
Here’s to my clammy cold hands
I feel like a no woman’s land
You tried to purchase plot
A quagmire’s what you got
I was in love with defeat
It drives a sporadic heartbeat
Well you re the addict impurity
You and your stoned insecurity
Using your boyfriends for rent
Fucking them all ‘till their spent
Well
I can’t judge you lover
We are the same undercover
I’ve posted the same dark entries as you