my skin itches
a little pain
an easy bliss
just a small something to get me through
to make me straight
no one else would know
and other pretty lies cycle through
there's the cool rush of sweat
the taste of salt
need
just... some small something
night calls
and crawls
as my head swims sluggishly
slowly sinks into cool
enveloping dark
just a small... little pretty
i can cover it with a smile
quick with the Southern drawl
a subtle sin
for my ecclesiastic skin
c'mon, dollfish, gimme what I want
a wanton pain
pagan absolution
pretty, pretty something
just get me through the night
it'll be better in the sun...
but the moon's a bitch
exhale slowly as the walls close in
skin clammy
hands shake
yeah, sure
surrender's easy
recovery's a cinch
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