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

(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