Everyday I Die

The problems of need I need you

Obscene dreams in rusty beds

No one came here tonight

I pulled on me, I need to

I un-stick 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 un-stick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hands

Everyday I die