Each Thing Kills (the Man Who It Loves) Songtext

as soon as lunch rolls around
you're gonna pound me hard
into the playground
so I sit and wait
I anticipate
that lovely, evil look on your face
when I talk to you, I can't think
when I think about you, I can't talk

and if I say the wrong thing,
you will slap me again
so I say the wrong things,
to feel you touch me again

Please Bosie bully,
the thing I love the most will be the death of me

and I dare not speak it's name

every spare glance thrills me before spinnin' round to kill me
deep breathe a cigarette
a deep breath ,
and then I'm licked
do you really mean
all the nasty things
that you say to me?
I'm nasty and vulgar,
a middle school medusa?
why do I love all that no one should?
why starve a boyhood of all that's sexy and good?

and if I say the wrong things,
you will slap me again
so I say the wrong things,
to feel you touch me again

you get pissed
a swift fist
and the rest
is teenage history
fingers on my head
before the empty bed
now you beat on a younger boy instead
seems when I'm not my best
I'm just useless
and you never really
cared for my flesh
I go home and make a list
of things I wish
I never said
Oh, regret