Monarch of the Glen(da) Crywank

You ask me if I wanna sleep in your bed
You said I should swap my jeans for your dress
I felt steaming and sleazy for what you accept made
Me feel pretty all covered in sweat
The objectives you chose were carefully curated

A much needed boost after everyone I dated
But you being used when time with me is wasted
You fucked my body I fucked your head

I am a sport with no goal or competition
No rules still apply, there's no losers or winners
No need for tactics, no need to be vicious
Let's celebrate a stalemate with embrace

Analysis in the breaks makes me feel like a laugh
Makes me feel like a creep
Makes me feel like a fad

You squeeze the plush toy with the core made of glass
Be careful, I'm gonna smash
As a sober sense settles excuses are lost
Caressing continues although I should not
Remain for too long, this was nice because

Fucking can be awesome when you turn off your thoughts