Private
The way you touch my face
Will never take her place here
Deep in thoughts rearranged
I yeam for something deviant
She liked to send me motivational tapes
Her words are blistering, yet soothing all the same
And you women taste like nothing compared to her
I warp inside my face, I find myself alone in words
Deep ingrown, isolate, I yearn for something deviant
She says "I'm lonely." She says "I can't forget your face."
She says "It's nothing." She says this everytime we speak
I want to be there. I want to fix everything
But I can't do anything except listen to motivational tapes
Her voice is like something from the dead
You'll never satisfy me
You women smell like nothing
You'll never satisfy me
You women smell like nothing
You'll never satisfy me
You women taste like nothing