Every Day 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 unstick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hands

Oh 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

Oh every day I die

I unstick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hands

Oh every day I die