The Notches That Create Your Headboard

So tell me again how it feels
To give yourself to the scum
In the beautiful machine where we made love
Green and brown influence had a hold of you
Was there pleasure in your mind?
Was there pleasure in your mind?
Excitement of this getting out makes you scream
Why couldn’t that be the day you choked on it?
No one around to save you
No one to crush your stomach from behind
Was it everything?
Do you regret your night?
I recall you saying you don’t regret a thing
Well go on your way thinking of no one else but yourself
Maybe one of these nights
A confession-semi will smash your tires from behind
Just don’t ask questions
Just fly around with your head cut off
Never regretting a.
No one around (to save you)
No one to crush your stomach from behind
No one around
No one to crush your stomach from behind