Like we used to

You stole my candy
you stole my high
U used to be handy
now I feel like I would die

Why can’t you just let me be happy
Why can’t you just come over n fuck me
like we used to do
like we used to do

Gave you my purple love
3 black doves and my heart
cut all sort of things for you
2 paper angels and shades of blue

Why can’t you just let me be happy
why do your sexy nails have to haunt me
nail marks, they won’t heal
every night they reappear

You’re in my coffee
you’re in my tea
you’re way to sexy
to let you disappear

How could you say no
How could you let go
You could have asked pleas
Before you took my peace

Now your fucking dead
killing imaginations
stuck inside my head
stuck inside my . . .