this bed is on fire with passionate love
the neighbors complain about the noises above
but she only comes when she's on top
my therapist said not to see you no more
she said your like a disease without any cure
she said i'm so obsessed that i'm becoming a bore
oh no you think you're so pretty
caught your hand inside the till
slammed your fingers in the door
forked with kitchen knives and skewers
dressed me up in women's clothes
messed around with gender roles
dyed my eyes and called me pretty
moved out of the house
so you moved next door
i locked you out
you cut a hole in the wall
i found you sleeping next to me
i thought i was alone
you're driving me crazy
when are you coming home
<3
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