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If you don’t want to give
Then what did you come here for?
Don’t take off your jacket
Just turn and walk out the door.
I lose nothing when you’re gone
I was already no one.
But we don’t work for free here anymore.
If you’re not seeking pain
Then what did you come here for?
Don’t take off your shoes
Just turn and walk out the door
I lose nothing when you’re gone
I was already no one.
And we don’t like the takers anymore.
Some men come thinking that this is a game.
Thinking that if they give nothing they’ll win.
Pockets full of dice-
They think that they know vice.
Fingering their golden chain.
Fingers unbutton a button down shirt.
Some men come thinking that life is to hurt.
Fingering the key. Stack of bills for me.
Wash feet off from the dirt
If you don’t wanna die
Then what did you come here for?
Were you thinking that I would want to watch you lie
Like a girl on my floor?
Who will notice when you’re gone?
You were nothing to no one.
And we don’t work for free here anymore.
Let’s go play a game
That everybody knows
You will run and hide
I will try to find you here we go.
Running thru the night
Running all alone
The way its always been
I was not your home.
Come and find me
No I think I will decline this time
Cause every man I ever meet
Has something dark behind his eyes that shines.
So sublime at first
A gentle light to draw you in
Til suddenly the tables turn
And now you’re falling down again.
Squirming in the shadows
First time I found a friend
But every time you come
You disappear again.
Come and find me
No I think I will decline this time
Cause every man I ever meet
Has something dark behind his eyes that shines.
So sublime at first
A gentle light to draw you in
Til suddenly the tables turn
And now you’re falling down again.
Wait there in the darkness
Wait there til the day
Thinking that you hear me
When I am far away.
And so you stay there in the darkness
Stay there by your phone
Thinking someone’s coming
When you are all alone.
Come and find me
No I think I will decline this time
Cause every man I ever meet
Has something dark behind his eyes that shines.
So sublime at first
A gentle light to draw you in
Til suddenly the tables turn
And now you’re falling down again.
What you mean to me- what you represent
Is a world that isn’t down below
Where the neon doesnt shine through a window filled with grime
Hahahaha laughing at men’s jokes all of the time
Working for nuns- putting hotdogs in their buns
And you always have to do it with a smile
And when the men laugh-hahaha- you laugh right back
Cause there’s a million other women who will serve it with a lemon
Will you take the rites with me- I want to bow before you
Will you step towards the water- lay your wallet on the altar
Can you hear them singing in the dark- prick you with a little spark
Disgraced by the thorn again- we want you to be born again.
Don’t touch the velvet curtain, cause it’s absolutely certain
That it’s crusted with somebody’s dream- better not touch anything
Just close your eyes and dream about the days when you ran wild about
The night and know for certain that them days are coming back alright.
Will you take the rites with me- I want to bow before you
Will you step towards the water- lay your wallet on the altar
Can you hear them singing in the dark- prick you with a little spark
Disgraced by the thorn again- we want you to be born again.
Do you love me do you don’t? Will you stay or will you won’t?
I don’t need your fidelity to open up a world where we
Can run and run where flower fly, through the night until we lie
On grass neath a bed of stars- the beauty of the world is ours.
Will you take the rites with me- I want to bow before you
Will you step towards the water- lay your wallet on the altar
Can you hear them singing in the dark- prick you with a little spark
Disgraced by the thorn again- we want you to be born again.
If you’re wanting power
Someone to control
Come when you feel broken
Then go when you wanna go
And I won’t disappoint you
Cause I never really care
I just love not being there.
If you love the darkness
Want someone you can use
Pin them down to hurt them
Leave them there feeling confused
All the times you break me.
I never really care
I just love not being there.
Drinking on your bacolny
Looking out at the big big sea
All the things you want me for
They got nothing to do with me.
Spiritual power
That’s what you’ll give to me
Make the world so broken
When I want to I can leave
And I won’t look behind me
Cause I never really cared
I just love not being there.
If you’re wanting power
Someone to control
Come when you feel broken
Then go when you wanna go
I won’t disappoint you
Cause I never really care
I just love not being there.
If you love the darkness
Want someone you can use
Pin them down to hurt them
Leave them there feeling confused
All the times you break me.
I never really care
I just love not being there.
Drinking on your bacolny
Looking out at the big big sea
All the things you want me for
They got nothing to do with me.
Spiritual power
That’s what you’ll give to me
Make the world so broken
When I want to I can leave
And I won’t look behind me
Cause I never really cared
I just love not being there.
Hearing men talk, I get the impression they store sexual acts in a Precious Memories scrapbook. “We’ll always have that night in Paris.” They seem to be under the delusion that women will also remember sex fondly regardless of what came after.
But for women, sex is a portal which can’t be separated from the world it led to. If it led to nothing, looking back the sex seems bland and sandy. If it led to degradation, retrospectively the sex feels like a spider.
It’s like unwrapping a beautiful present only to realize it contains your parent’s head. Once you know what’s inside, you remember the ribbons differently.
Ultimately, the dick cannot impress unless the man does.
Your penis will never occupy a special place in anyone’s memory unless you- the being connected to the penis- made a beautiful impact on that person’s life. Otherwise, your best moves are quickly overshadowed by a donut vibrator as your weiner’s memory fades in the rearview mirror. To shrink, to shrink again, then vanish altogether.
Or does a speck remain?
Either way, it is the man that makes the dick. Never the reverse.
And when a man himself is something wonderful- when he has an uplifting transformative impact on people- when he changes their lives for the better- when he isn’t afraid to roll up his sleeves and get messy and dream, grow, hurt, be humbled, change, endure- when he can embrace pain & strive to become a hero like the ones in storybooks- then I believe his penis lives forever- growing longer & longer in the memory of everyone he touched.
It was given to me by an astrology non-believer who of course has Neptune in the House of Sex. Fascinating perverts.