She's Not my Girlfriend

She's Not my Girlfriend Her heart is in my hand It shivers like a toad She tries to understand the Tiny lump that's down inside her throat It goes s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck Her head is in my lap It twists and coughs and sings Her hair is in my grasp It hangs and swings like swollen strings It goes s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck Her face is inside out An open book report I read what she's about And she's filled with words that hurt It goes s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck Sometimes I want her in Sometimes I want her out My perception of sin Is filled with pain and fear and doubt She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am She she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am Her clothes are on the ground A crumpled rainbow ma*s She's scattered all around And she's scattered now like broken gla*s It goes s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck s*ck Sometimes I want her in Sometimes I want her out My perception of sin Is filled with pain and fear and doubt She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am She she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am She she, she isn't my girlfriend