myskinisraw

Talking to my walls about

Things I regret

Things I regret, like

Why'd I let you fuck me?

When the love was pretend

Our love was pretend

Your fingertips will stick to me

For seven years

But seven years is too long

By then I know you won't be what I want

So for now I'll scrub my skin

'Til your touch is gone

Post-traumatic or dramatic

The latter's what you say I am

It took practice just to have it with you

'Cause I still felt his hands

I didn't expect you to understand

Now I'll never trust a man

I even told him in advance

All the cards were in his hands

Why'd I give him a second chance?

Shoulda grabbed my clothes and ran

Smoking weed from a cola can

Might calm the nerves for a night

But I'm still

Talking to my walls about

Things I regret

Things I regret, like

Why'd I let you fuck me?

You were only a friend

No more than a friend

Your fingertips are stuck to me

For seven years

Six more and I’ll be clean

By then I know you won't be what I want

So for now I’ll scrub my skin

'Til your touch is gone

'Til your touch is gone

'Til your touch is gone

For now I’ll scrub my skin

'Til your touch is gone

'Til your touch is gone

'Til your touch is gone

For now, I'll scrub my skin 'til your touch is gone