Voodoo Dolls of Old Friends I hate sex

I thought I’d be full after devouring your affliction
But the empty ache in my stomach still exists
And it feels the same as when you did
I wish I grew green off your pain
Instead of every time I checked in
But the card blinks red, and I haven’t left my head

There’s no more gain

When you cut me down I’ll stain your name in the ground
I wish I was the light to guide you home
But instead I’m just the fly on your wall
Looking for the meaning of what you hold close
And what you decided to let go
I’ll cut myself and you’ll bleed out

Mourning our death though we smile every week
But hiss through our teeth
Shine and shine but nothing removes the tarnish
We are spoiled rotten
We were spoiled, rotten
Turning in this grave for two, forgotten

There’s no more gain

When you cut me down I’ll stain your name in the ground
I wish I was the light to guide you home
But instead I’m just the fly on your wall
Looking for the meaning of what you hold close
And what you decided to let go
I’ll cut myself and you’ll bleed out