Listening to: Modest Mouse
Feeling: bruised
I am the girl, in the night, that you grope
Who's heart you rip out through the hole in her throat
Who's dreams you crush with a bite to her lips
Who's soul you scar with your fingertips
I am the girl that you light up and smoke
Who you tell that you love her as you try not to choke
I am the girl who's neck that you bite
Causing small bruises and screams in the night
I am the girl who's skin you caress
Fingers leave marks as you help her undress
I am the girl who'll never say no
Who you kiss and you hold and try not to let go
love lisa