The first time I slept with you
I felt disconnected
Like I just demolished
What I have kept protected
But I bit the bullet
Because I will not be rejected
And I promise I'll do it again.
The doctor said that
I have issues with men
But i won't give up until
I see this house burn down.
Down, down.
Exhausted by 9pm
So I softly rubbed your back.
We spoke of our enemies
And all the friend's we lack.
You handed me your riffle
So i pulled that trigger back
And I swear that I'll do it again.
My sister blames Dad for our issues with men.
And I won't give up until
i watch our old house burn down.
Down, down.
The last time I slept with you
I felt disconnected
Because I know that I've destroyed this thing
That I have kept protected
But I bit the bullet
Yet i still feel rejected
And I don't know if I'll do it again.
I'm starting to understand my issues with men.
I went to the source
And am afraid to report
That the house you grew up in
Has burned down.
It is now at one
With the ground.
Ashes to ashes,
Memories to dust.
Next one down
Is the rest of this town.
most of my writing is about this person.
i am apologizing in advance.
i can't control myself.
