Confessional

We fucked till we had enough

You made phone calls and I threw up

And I made a mess of waking up

Tripped on bed sheets and you made a fuss

And I woke to find your tired arms

Wrapped around me as you raised alarms

And love, make it easy on me

I’ve just enough to fall asleep

And love, take it easy on me

I’m older now and long to be

Twenty-three

Blood red heart on my busted lip

Pain and sawdust on our fingertips

And blood spilled out from my broken ribs

Now here's a cunt who don't deserve to live

Blood spilled out from my broken ribs

Here's a cunt who don't deserve to live