My pretty baby it's fucking crime
The way that you turn me on
And I know that we have got a little time
But I'm already halfway gone
I'll show you a body that gets no love
It's a portrait of somebody too fucked up
Hope it isn't any secret what you're doing inside my head
I don't feel like I'm asking for quite so much
If it's our last touch
Well, at least we were good in bed
Bed
We'll both
Find someone else in bed
Bed
I'll
Find someone else
I see two bodies in a tangled mess
When I'm lonely and feeling high
Why I've got nobody I can only guess
All the blood is rushing straight to my eyes
I'll show you the meaning of toxic waste
And you'll know what it means to just take up space
Well I think the time has come to let our bodies talk and let 'em get fed
I know that we're still the best of friends
And if that's where it ends
At least we know we'll be good in bed
Bed
You should
Take someone else to bed
Bed
I might
Try someone else
Now it's time for me to go
You should sleep with someone else instead
But after all this rain
If we can cut through the pain
And not go insane
We'll see if we're still as good in bed
Bed
Now that I've tried someone else
I'm someone else in bed
At least I know I'm good in bed
Bed
I can't
Find someone else's bed
Bed
I don't
Mind someone else
We're both alone and it's a goddamn shame
I'll try to tie someone else
Find someone good in bed
I guess we've got a planet we can blame
I'm someone else
At least I'm good in bed
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Social Distancing Since Birth (Chemistry)
PoetryA collection of poems/songs/whatever about romance, love, relationships, and sex. Every piece is sort of a combination of every past relationship I've been in. What more could you ask for?