SKU#K130_CODE BASE: Strange

Is it strange
I like it that she makes me fucking miserable
She's got me
On my skin
Digging how those tiny knives dig in
My body
What a shame
How other happy people have to live without
Nobody
And to feel
How masochistic kisses are so damn
Damn lovely

Poetry is easy when everything hurts
Poetry is easy when everything hurts

Is it cruel
She looks at other guys with eyes that tell me she wants
The envy
Bleeding lips
Her flirts are just a wreck behind a kick in the teeth
The punch is
Such a pain
A little bit of bruising brings me back from a comatose sleep
I can't help
And wonder if I'll ever have to do this again
With some other skin

Poetry is easy when everything hurts
Poetry is easy when everything

Is it strange
I like it that she makes me fucking miserable
She's got me
On my skin
Digging how those tiny knives dig in
My body
What a shame
How other happy people have to live without
Nobody
And to feel
How masochistic kisses are so damn
Damn lovely

Poetry is easy when everything hurts
Poetry is easy when everything