problems of need i need you

obscene dreams in rusty beds

no one came here tonight

i pulled on me i need to



i unstick pages and read

i look at pictures of you

i smell the lust in my hands

everyday i die



her favorite trick was to suck me inside

oh so very art nouveau

completely false feelings of love i don't

no one knows but that died years ago



i unstick pages and read

i look at pictures of you

i smell the lust in my hands

everyday i die



die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die