Trapped in a memory
To confront a graze of skin
Why's everything that I do
Always come back to this?
It's not a wound I'll escape through
Back in our bedroom
The walls were just too thick
No one could hear to care when I
Could never sleep at night
Her absolution came through saturnity
And he might not have killed no one
But she made up for it
Inherit, like her trust fund
Cruelty, getting what she wants
By any means, a sense of greed
Destined to small spaces
Backed up into my station
I was ashamed to be like me
So I tasted everything she had
And it made me so sick
I'm more than happy being trash
Back when I was only 17
I'd never seen Georgia
She'd fly me out to get fucked
Beset, I was never enough
Still shoulder shame deep inside
Destined to small spaces
Backed up into my station
I was ashamed to be like me
So I tasted everything she had
And it made me so sick
I'm more than happy being trash
I can't remember the love
Between bouts of crying
And now it's never enough
If I can't tell you why I'm crying
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