Masochist and Mistress
I open up and I revert.
Point to the song and show where it hurts;
They say it’s wrong to want the worst
News first.
I held on too long to the urge.
I saw her across the room, and she turned:
“I’ll take you home but I'll take you down first.”
I had her beat me beyond any words.
I am standing inside the body I burned,
Wondering when I’ll learn.
Thinking,
“The damage can make it work.”
I look for you in everything I love
In everyone I touch.
With empty wounds that never add up.
And surrender myself.
When you burn it’s hard to tell;
She only wanted me when there was no one else.
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