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Robyn Ottolini

Sick Of Sex

 

Sick Of Sex

(альбом: Growing Up To Do - 2024)


I'm contemplating why I hate it when you text
If I wanna go out and get drinks
He's not asking for it
But in some weird way it sounded like that (in my brain)
It's not his fault but again it's not mine
I'm so self conscience that he's wasting his precious time
As if hanging out with me strings attached
Is like some kinda crime
I'm sick of sex

I don't wanna let another person
I might learn to like into my bed
Another chore I have to check
To lose my self respect
Feels so damn complex
Honestly, it just feels like currency
To keep someone somewhat interested in me
If I hear another you're just not doing it right
I might not make love for the rest of my life
I promise you're no different than the rest

And I'm sick of sex
I'm so sick of sex

A younger version of me incoherently
Woulda settled for what this feels like
But when you send me I feel shitty
I feel empty and like I'm dying inside
He says I'm pretty and I know he means well
But he's putting me right in my own personal hell
He suggested getting a taxi to his home
Somewhere deep in me knows
I'm sick of sex

I don't wanna let another person
I might learn to like into my bed
Another chore I have to check
To lose my self respect
Feels so damn complex
Honestly, it just feels like currency
To keep someone somewhat interested in me
If I hear another you're just not doing it right
I might not make love for the rest of my life
I promise you're no different than the rest

And I'm sick of trying to find the balance between
Hormonal balances and this ain't doing it for me
Between I know you'll never love me and fuck it
But my body's craving aloneness and I'm trying to love it so
I'm sick of sex

I don't wanna let another person
I might learn to like into my bed
Another chore I have to check
To lose my self respect
Feels so damn complex
Honestly, it just feels like currency
To keep someone somewhat interested in me
If I hear another you're just not doing it right
I might not make love for the rest of my life
Sorry I'm no different than the rest

I'm so sick of sex
I'm so sick of sex
Oh oh oh oh

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