If, all I could say is if
Promise me you won’t regret me when you’re touching on my skin
Let the wrong path come to me
One day I’m hoping that you will remember me
When you fuck them you’ll see my face
My body is yours
Give them any other day but thursday
You belong to me
Every thursday
I wait for you
I’ll be beautiful for you
Every thursday
I exist
Only on Thursday

Sandpaper kisses, paper cut bliss
Don’t know what this is but it all leads to this
You’re gonna leave her, you have deceived her

How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.