my first

i didn't know any better,

so i thought

the pain that you gave me was

pleasure

the sinful delight of having

your body pushed up against mine

hitting, kicking, crying

this should be illegal it's so

great

i think the

first

was the hardest,

with my back against the wall

in a dirty, musty

restroom stall

i still recall

the taste of you

(almond lotion and blood)

the scent

(smoke and sex)

and the sounds

you made

(hard to describe)

you fed me deception,

i spit out lubrication

because it was

just too fun

to give up on,

i guess you could say that i was addicted to

the taste of almond lotion and blood

to the tingling of your lip

piercing

on my

ah

the troubled

generation

they say that we don't know any better

that's just the way we were raised,

to the smell of sex and smoke.

i was raised to the tingling of your

lip piercing and light

facial hair

on

my

i guess you can say

i'm still addicted to almond lotion

sex

smoke

blood

and that

piercing you got

in spite of their

words

i think this is love

i think this is what they call

a hollywood ending