Skin

Boy, please don't stay
If you don't love me, anymore
I'm breaking my neck today
Hanging up by the frame on the door
Why did you love the others
Why did you throw your pain
Why did you fill my body
With the stories you formed for me

Boy, please go away
But then again I wanted you there
Slipping my body into the bath
Cried when you were at work all day
I knew you loved another
I knew you loved those boys
The ones with dirty knees
From the cum shot on the floor

I'm not your toy anymore
I'm not your whore anymore
I don't have to feel you hurting me
It's all we ever did before
Though now I feel lost with men
And they make me get on my knees
And when I realize that nobody loves me
I hope I pass away in my sleep

I no longer feel like I'm alive
And when you raped me I wanted to die
I could scrub and scrub my skin all off
Guess that's why I got a buzzcut I
When I asked if I'd look good
With a floral tattoo on my body
And when I asked you if you'd still love me
If I changed my appearance boldly

I tried to get myself back out there
And I try to let a new man have me
Though each and every moment I go
It feels like I'm searching endlessly
Everyone of them reminds me of you
I go too far and then they hurt me too
But in the end they can still turn me on
I ended up writing a song about them

I don't believe I'll get so far
And I fear falling asleep
Though I never pass into my rest
I stay awake afraid of the night
I don't believe there's a world for me
And I feel I'm twisting in circuits
I know people still care about me
but it hurts too much I wanna quit this

It feels like I can't trust anyone
It feels like I can't move on
I get so scared I will never get over
the eleven months I spent with you
I can tell I'm rotting from the inside
And one of these days I'll putrefy
Layed up on the West London hillsides
Let the birds tear my corpse up I

It feels like I can't trust anyone
It feels like I can't move on
I get so scared I will never get over
The eleven months I spent with you
I can tell I'm rotting from the inside
And one of these days I'll putrefy
Layed up on the West London hillsides
And then the birds tear my corpse up I

When I die
You can cut my hair off
Tie into lockets
Hand them out to my friends
They can remember me
But I can't remember me

I can't remember the old me
I can't remember the old me
I can't remember the old me
I can't remember the old me