I take your word like it was gospel
I'm so eager to please
Yeah i like it when
You talk to me
It feels so good inside your shadow
(it's the place i need to be)
Yeah i know i need to climb you
Like a tree
There is this place inside
Where all the good things die
Sometimes i feel like a whore
(sometimes i feel like a whore)
I hate the way i am around you
(i'm so nervous and weird)
Sometimes i feel like i'm
Breathing underwater
You treat me like i am on fire
Like i'm something to eat
You make me hate what i see
When i see me
Yeah i dream of the day
When i learn how to make you pay
Someday i'll teach you to beg
Someday, someday
Yes i live for the day
When i can hear you say
You make me feel like a whore
Yes i dream of the time
When i can make you mine
(maybe then i'll feel half alive, more
Alive, so alive)
There is this place inside
Where all the good things die
You make me feel like a whore