Post Modern Confessional Lyrics

Don't slow down

You're begging me to wear you out

I'll gladly take your best side now

Just keep it steady, keep it breathless now

We're getting reckless with it

Your sweat drips down my neck like teardrops

Girl, you feel so wet, but still I know I must confess

No eyes, like mine

Slate grey, don't try, just glide, just grind

Mouth half open with your filthy little mind

Lose sight of all the things that made you decent

God's watching, take a knee and start appeasing

Yeah, you had some stuff to work out

Had some things that need releasing

But the note inside your throat says

You didn't need a reason now

Claw marks left in skin bear the signs

Rope scars show your taste for this life

Bite marks in your lips draw the line

But the truth's in four words that no pillow will hide

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