Yeah, I'm Sorry

drug-induced love

intoxicated infatuation

never-ending emotion

premature ejaculation

sorry for the hurt

sorry for the pain

sorry for all the times

i left you here stained

bra on the bedpost

man on the floor

shoes on my feet

as i run for the door

cries ringing loudly

in the a.m.sky

they're ringing for my crime

and now i must die

now i'm grabbed by the arm

i'm tied at the feet

and i'm talking to this wall

week after week

it's white - i'm bored

i can't hear a sound

now my meals are all served to me

on the cold, cement ground