I roll over too tired to speak

So you hold, hold my hand down your waistband and beg

Baby, say something

Baby, do something

Do it for me

And I say I'm tired

Ain't that enough for you?

And you say it's not right for women to withhold what they're given

And I say, shit, ain't that right

Oh, I'm so fucking sorry

And there's a light, oh, there's a light in your eyes

That enjoys watching little, little pieces of me die

You are the whip that I use to hurt myself

Don't get confused

You can abuse, but not worse than I can do

You're not special, I'm just using you

You're not special, I'm just using you

I wanna feel something, more than I do

And if it's not gonna be love, at least it's control