NOW I'M A WHORE

 
i love every lie
that passes your lips.
i can't explain why,
that's just how it is.

the things that you say to me
i've heard before,
but i never believed it,
not one fucking word.

i have hated my hair
my entire life,
though so many people
have told me its nice.

for whatever reason
to hear that from you
affects me so deeply
you just have no clue.

now i'm actually happy
that my hair is red.
because i know thats the reason
you ended up in my bed.

but when you tell me i'm hot,
i still think you're sick.
i know what i am
and hot is not it.

i know you must think
that i'm a whore,
but what i did with you
i've never done before.

to meet you and fuck you
all in one day,
i never imagined
i could be that way.

you made me a whore
and i made you my king.
please, whatever you do,
just keep lying to me.