a neverending story

your hands on me, pressing hard against your jeans,
your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out.
you didn't care to know. who else may have been you before.

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I am a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.
where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here, but I'm not sure.
you said, "It feels good." I said "I'll give it a try."

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
hey, where's the kid with the chemicals? I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
the kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

but you, but you...
you write such pretty words, but life's no storybook.
love's an excuse to get hurt.
and to hurt.
do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
then hurt me.

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