Just tell me how you want me and I’ll be naked, stumbling, just to get a reaction, any signs of love.

You’re just damage control for a walking corpse like me.

Well, you’ll have to excuse me, I know it’s so off: I love when you do stuff that’s rude and so wrong.

It does not suffice for you to say I am a sweet girl, or that you hate to see me sad because of you. It does not suffice to merely lie beside each other as those who love each other do.

My faith makes me a dope, but you can take my hand in the darkness, darling, like a length of rope.