You came from a place that I'd never heard of,
with tales of tragedy and forbidden love.
Your elegant eyes made me feel so undeserving of,
my scanty existence under your suede glove.
Your elegant eyes made me feel so undeserving of,
my scatty existence under your suede glove.
I'm still scared of the things that you,
wanted us to do.
I'd wake up in the night and I'd turn to you,
when you said.
There's fuck-all to do and I'm too tired for work.
I tried to look but I'm worth more than a lonely shop-clerk.
So you bought into their liturgy,
and you were sent away to learn.
Well that'll look pretty good when it's next to your,
cigarette burns.
Even though you know nothing worth knowing can be taught,
It's always been a reason for which you fought.
You promised me this would keep things simple,
but all i saw, was jealousy and denial, written in the blood of innocent people.
I laughed at how your teachings were deemed so, incredible.
Since your actions meant so little when your words they were so terrible.