you're just a stain, not a picture

You walk in
get under my skin
come on, manipulate me, boy

My soul still crawls with the memories
of when you tried to take a bite
how did I taste, boy?
was it fucking worth it?
how does shame feel, now, boy?
has it been so long you forgot?

Did you want to break me?
(I think you wanted to break me)
'cause you didn't break me
I've been murdered
by more skilled lovers than you
and your memory is more
of a shit stain
than a tortured work of art

You walk in
get under my skin
come on, manipulate me
for old times sake
I dare you to fucking try