Tom: C
C
Desensitize the conscience dies
Here’s to your callous thighs
F
Here’s to your cold sore lips
G
Here’s to your circus ride hips
Here’s to my clammy cold hands
I feel like a no woman’s land
You tried to purchase plot
A quagmire’s what you got
F
I was in love with defeat
G
It drives a sporadic heartbeat
C
Well you re the addict impurity
You and your stoned insecurity
F
Using your boyfriends for rent
G
Fucking them all ‘till their spent
Well
C
I can’t judge you lover
We are the same undercover
G
I’ve posted the same dark entries as you
