I forget about God

It's something that I do

I forget that I was made from hot friction with the smell of cheap perfume

In the air, you stare

You didn't hear a word

You forget I was made for you

You're looking at her

And you're laughing at her jokes

You're not even funny

But it's hard to see clearly when your eyes keep running

My clothes rub me wrong and my makeups a mess

I can't find the courage to get out of bed

I saw my own death, I saw it in a dream

My dad was crying cause he couldn't save me

I don't own people that don't use me

They like to squeeze the tenderness out of the things they can't be.