Lyric Tortured

and eye was like 13
and it was a Sunday morning eye think

and
eye think both my parents were still asleep

eye remember
eye was gonna play sick so eye wouldn t have to go to church that day


(don t stop)
(don t stop)

and eye turned over
and there he was

(my beloved)
(my beloved)

holding a pillow
he smelled of sweat & regret

and he said ....
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh