I take your word like it was gospel
I'm so eager to please
Yeah I like it when you talk to me
It feels so good inside your shadow
(it's the place I need to be)
Yeah I know I need to climb you like a tree
There is this place inside
where all the good things die
Sometimes I feel like a whore
I hate the way I am around you
(I'm so nervous and weird)
Sometimes I feel like I'm breathing underwater
You treat me like I am on fire
like I'm something to eat
You make me hate what I see when I see me
Yeah I dream of the day
when I learn how to make you pay
Someday I'll teach you to beg
someday, someday
Yes I live for the day when I can hear you say
You make me feel like a whore
Yes I dream of the time when I can make you mine
(maybe then I'll feel half alive, more alive, so alive)
There is this place inside
where all the good things die
You make me feel like a whore