Five Little Sluts

Last night while i was asleep i washed

Away my pores and had my last

Conversation with you the way i usually can.

There were whirring little spinners

That tickled the rough of my hands

And a weekend exchange of what i want

You to know just in case you

Wanted me to take your hand

Well i can see the blazing good

And my love for your mellow soul

And i can't hate you 'cause you're free

And you'll be wealthy when you're old

Kissing in the flacid points between our

Sin soaked night, and we spin wax with favoring dream mixing our heads

Up with weak, there were moments which i would regret and then later ask why

And when i went outside as if nobody knew

But the sky, to whom i made shady deals

Regarding money and girls

And i can't be done with cheap thrills

And when i thought i felt safe

While i could scrape at my old love

There was a mountain of new taste

Hey motion eye, oh how you've turned

Into a certain type of ugly person

When your ship has sailed then all

Of your shit will fly away