You Fucked Him (I Know You Did)

Breathless

You suffocate

like Summer cotton.

A false muse

made of quirks and feedback.

Don't go to the show,

that's where she goes,

she calls herself a "ho",

the things she says.

The things she says.

The things she says

written on a

list on each scented breast

watching where your eyes go

so she can eat who you love.

She says you aren't new

though she's the holder

of stolen ideas and

a calculated lifestyle.

She likes that she's a slogan,

a fairy,

a bitch.

Once she passes you through,

you learn to sit

and watch his disenchanted face

when he hears

the things she says.

The things she says, the things she says.

How did we all fall for it?

The things she says, the things she says.