Misery Loves Company

Love

You tell me you love me,

Look at the words on these notes like their purpose is worthy of something

Lettin' me worship my curses

And me at my worst is your purse, your personal belonging

Definitely workin', my soul is assured to your soul in a hurry

Care for me's worthless,

After all I'm sure I'm looking for a person to hurt me

I wake at your side and you hold me in bed

Saying that crying is safe for the mind as you go through my hair

Slave to this riot that you savior inside like a growing affair

You gave me advice I embraced in my tries, it's all in my head