Teardrops and Tequila

comprimising

 It's hard to fight for good so we work with evil

Replacing true joy for euphoric needles

We're always overworked but never overpaid

Believing that love translates to getting laid

He's putting his hands on my waist

Tongue in mouth and I wonder what pain he can taste

Spilling my guts because blood is glory

I believe in God though nothing seems holy