Everyday I Die

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