(verse)
Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost
scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts
My head`s close to your closet door.
I`ve got the glass to my ear. My nose is in your
business I smell something fishy here.
I hear bones rattling. Poems battling for space and time
Phones that`ll ring when I make judgement calls with pick-up lines
Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone
It just gets aggrivating masterbatingto a dial tone.
I`m the home to run-away trains of thought
My one track mind is a collision inter-course where victim`s cross,
Bedroom eyes...uncross their legs exposing inner thighs
I disrobe and show my most convincing disguise.
I`ve lived so many lives each death has left my face scarred
Hid so many lies under my breath that I can`t face God
Dig into my mind deep enough you`ll find a graveyard
I get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains hard
`Don`t cry, girl.` Let me outline your short comings
While my world is full of them and they`re all in the long runnings
It`s all fun and games. It`s all done in vane. It`s all a ----ing shame
I ain`t the one but I`m the one to complain?
I`m the one to come home.Compare.Contrast.Come fast
Make love to the present, fuck the past
Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts
Don`t you dare worry about the morning aftermath
(yeah!)
Don`t you love how much you paid for your education? (yeah)
Don`t you love your job and spending every day there? (yeah)
Don`t you love your girl? You have such a healthy relationship. (yeah)
Don`t you love having that break-up sex, that make-up sex? (yeah)