In The Blackout

a whisper, a whimper, a tap on your back
a coin in your hand for a kiss on your neck

there's no shame in asking if you want a quick fix
did he introduce you to his razor sharp fists

you pulled on the face that was almost dead
we had no other suggestions
so take all your clothes in a holding bag
we can't be all your loose earrings
cause you did the wrong
when you sang their favourite song
we can't be all your loose earrings

you can scream in the morning to your heart's content
the smell of your perfume from a kiss on your neck

you pulled on the face that was almost dead
we had no other suggestions
so take all your clothes in a holding bag
so we can't be all your loose earrings
cause you did the wrong
when you sang their favourite song
we had no other suggestions

so take these words and don't hinder me
cause I'm not where you breathe
and you're taken from me
by wolves with no sharp teeth

and I found you in the blackout
watched it all grow with your sharp tongue
lying naked and ashamed
with your thighs spread like a cave
when I found you in the blackout

so thieves they don't dabble with me
cause your either or
taking things they don't even need
from this silent whore
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