Boy likes to hide his cameras Stash them in a bag at her feet Boy's feeling lonely as he hits his mid 40's Boy isn't hurting anyone Baby's in Year 8 She's wearing white sunnies Queuing at Priceline with her mom Boy's right behind her And he thinks he's being sneaky Girl looks him right in the eye And freeze He says, I lost my way I feel these itches That must be acted upon I save most of the shame Until after I cum And then it's back to that black pit Cyclical, cyclical The sin is in the sticky skin You know I know the mess I'm in Understand that I act with reluctance every time The brush of your gaze It injects me with fear And it fills me with shame And I want to disappear It's an itch in my back that I have trouble with It's a dirty little habit in the pits of my skin And I hope you never wake up in a place like this She says, I don't know how to handle this I'm scared of you I'm scared of this body that I am constantly growing into I don't know what you're gonna do With pictures that you take of me I don't know if you understand How much your little habit Eats away at my skin I'm clawing at my mom's arm Trying to get out of here While trying not to give you a reaction