Lyrics

The problems of need I need you Sleepless nights in Rusty beds No one came here Tonight I pulled on me I needed to I unstick pages and read I look at pictures of you I smell the lust in my hands Everyday I die Your favorite trick Was to touch me inside Oh so very Art nouveau Completely false Feelings of love I don't Someone died here But that was years ago I unstick pages and read I look at pictures of you I smell the lust in my hands Everyday I die I unstick pages and read I look at pictures of you I smell the lust in my hands Everyday I die