Quitter

I submit to creeps in a disguise

You tell me eyes lookin' too dry

I slap these shadows in a different fight

Drea you should know better

Turning a moment of pleasure into a wet sweater

To have the comfort but honestly, even gets more cold

I see you begging for difference, but do a fraction of

Back and forth it's unoriginal

We feel this pain but never digital

Breathing to faint, a way to put me down

We create these tokens I despise