Another messed up song

They continue to read me
then desieve me
i roll over in bed and suck your dick but only so I could stay the night
Fire, why do I always attract assholes
my friends expect better and want it to
i can't seem to get out
Don't mention their names
I don't want to hear about the other girls that lay in your bed
I don't want to compare myself to them
I don't want to get to that point
feeling suicidal because I know I can't compare to them
There is nothing special, you just want a fling
I am tired of this thing
this thing you call a relationship
what am I to you
more questions you prefer not to answer
what am I?
What am I?
Another warm hole to you
another warm hole to you
pleasure chest
I don't have a voice nor a face
just a warm hole to put your fist, your kiss and dick in
it's fine, i'll pretend that everynight we sleep together doesn't make me turn around and wish there was something better.
You say you don't want to be another guy, well don't act like one
Another warm hole to you
to put your fist, kiss and dick in place
this space is swallowing me into a dark hole
I get wet thinking about blood rushing from your face