This bed is on fire with passionate love The neighbors complain about the noises above But she only comes when sheās on top
The therapist said not to see you no more She said youāre like a disease without any cure She said Iām so obsessed that Iām becoming a bore, oh no
Ah you think youāre so pretty
Caught your hand inside the till Slammed your fingers in the door Fought with kitchen knives and skewers Dressed me up in womenās clothes Messed around with gender roles Line my eyes and call me pretty
Moved out of the house so you moved next door I locked you out you cut a hole in the wall I found you sleeping next to me I thought I was alone Youāre driving me crazy when are you coming home
((A song that very much gives off big Juce vibes, Laid by James. Iām back on the wagon with drawing, I was out for a busy season at work and getting sick but Iām back on!))
