Ft. Jay Gatsby

Now the thing about fucking,

You should know, surely

Is it’s not really fucking

If you do it purely

We had sex to The Killers

I wish it had killed me

The feeling alone

Was enough to fulfill me

When I hear the chorus

I still get nostalgic

Longing for lost,

With a feeling that’s phallic

You opened me up

I wish that you hadn’t

I know that I’m see through

To you, I’m transparent

This pedestal of mine,

Is probably projection

We’ve all got our ways

of facing rejection

Because the thing about loving,

You should know surely,

Is it’s not really loving

If you do it purely