Everyday I Die

The problems of need I need you Obscene dreams in rusty beds No one came here tonight I pulled on me, I need to I un-stick pages and read I look at pictures of you I smell the lust in my hands Everyday I die Her favorite trick was to s*ck me inside Oh so very art nouveau completely false Feelings of love I don't No one knows, but that died years ago I un-stick pages and read I look at pictures of you I smell the lust in my hands Everyday I die