Don't turn away now,
the party's only starting.
We've all brought the beer,
if you brought the sex.
Hey, you like it kinky right?

You're a liar if you say,
it isn't true.
I know the way your eyesbrows curl,
your eyes glaze over with lust,
murky brown and so confused.

Yeah, we take advantage,
but is it honestly our fault you feel cheap at night?
I think you owe us something, since you've fallen so far already.
Your bruises don't mean a thing,
if you don't acknowledge them.

So tell me to my face,
you don't like the dirty feeling,
because self abuse is your cup of tea, dear,
and we have enough to go around,
if you'd just let the innocence go.

This game you're playing is just too confusing.
What!
Who ever heard of love in a world like this?
I'm surprised you even put out,
with such a baby face as yours.

I'll repeat myself one last time,
before you crawl into the bed with daydreams on your mind,
and apologies on your tongue.
A silent prayer that doesn't mean a goddamn thing.

Just let go and fall, baby.
the guilt doesn't come till afterwards,
and we've got time to spare,
with an imagination like yours,
stuck on the past--you're easy prey.

face your commitments,
already;
isn't that what you wanted?