The Shame

I wanna leave you a message

I wanna drink enough to do what I have to do

It's just a debt I'm collecting

Your blood still on my pillow, but God, I'll keep it stained

He does just what he wants, I let him

And when my fingers itch, it makes me feel close to you

Talk with his hands, lose him, how I get him

I've done it all before, I must prefer the shame

The shame

I feel so cool, it feels so heavy

I wanna ask you something to hear you turn me down

I know you think I look so pretty

When I'm looking up with my teeth still gritted from the cold hard ground

The shame

The shame

The shame