sick games
Am I where you get your sick kicks?
With your neck kisses and dry licks?
I almost let you into me
But I knew I couldn't let you there
They always love my body
So much that the question isn't asked
I bet you get hard under the desk,
thinkin' 'bout what you'll do to me in class
But you won't play that game anymore
The one where I'm left feeling like a whore
You call me insecure to set the score,
Fuck that bullshit cowardice
You text me to shut me up
You'll act like we were just a dud
Won't let them keep me in their beds at night
And Mom said boys will be bitches, right?
There are volumes in your silence
And your dreams of stupid violence
I thought you'd wanna be with me
Now I know I wouldn't dare
They never wanna love me
I'm just the side material
I've been searching for the answers to questions that you'll never give me
(Will you?)
But we won't play that game anymore
I won't let you make me feel like a whore
I guess that you could call it what you want
But I'll never be on your side
You text me to shut me up
You'll act like we were just a dud
Won't let them keep me in their beds at night
And Mom said boys will be bitches, right?
Are you satisfied with sick kicks?
With your neck kisses and dry licks?
I'll never let you into me
And I'm finding out I don't care
With your neck kisses and dry licks?
I almost let you into me
But I knew I couldn't let you there
They always love my body
So much that the question isn't asked
I bet you get hard under the desk,
thinkin' 'bout what you'll do to me in class
But you won't play that game anymore
The one where I'm left feeling like a whore
You call me insecure to set the score,
Fuck that bullshit cowardice
You text me to shut me up
You'll act like we were just a dud
Won't let them keep me in their beds at night
And Mom said boys will be bitches, right?
There are volumes in your silence
And your dreams of stupid violence
I thought you'd wanna be with me
Now I know I wouldn't dare
They never wanna love me
I'm just the side material
I've been searching for the answers to questions that you'll never give me
(Will you?)
But we won't play that game anymore
I won't let you make me feel like a whore
I guess that you could call it what you want
But I'll never be on your side
You text me to shut me up
You'll act like we were just a dud
Won't let them keep me in their beds at night
And Mom said boys will be bitches, right?
Are you satisfied with sick kicks?
With your neck kisses and dry licks?
I'll never let you into me
And I'm finding out I don't care
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Writer(s): Thomas Fienan
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