Lonely Pants

How was i to know the thousand fingers of your mind
Would touch my sullen body and tame it in the night
Yes how was i to know the hundred horses of your mind
Would gallop on my skin and bruise it with their might
I need to get laid, i know i do
But i guess i just want to hear it from you

but i just go home now, me and my lonely pants
All my useless instincts and the rattle in my brains
And i pray i pray i pray to sink into your tomb
I lift my unholy prayers on the altar of your womb
I need to get laid i know i do
But i guess i just want to hear it from you



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Writer(s): Alex Keiling
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