Demolish hope I held for you
You call my grievances petty
Production stopped no longer steady
I’ve been dragged through weeks of emptiness
Tell me who hurts pretending he’s problem free
Explain how you’re perfect while unreliable and impractical
Cut me off as a warning to behave
This is where love lays down prepared for a messy grave.
There are many other bedrooms
Many other arms
I want yours and behold this thick fuckery
Some nights I feel used
I’ve been used.