It hurts, Just keep stabbing me, In the nuts In the gut Where nothing ever mattered I cannot begin to describe the need to fuck, The rise that comes as i walk the cold electric lot street. Safe township, Hipsters with thick hips I cannot tell you how good writing this feels, Almost as good as that fuck, And healing not enough though. He heals me, He makes me happier than i ever knew i could really be, And I've never wanted things to be perfect like i do with him Cause when it's in perfect nothing hurts like that It makes the previous passion look like lost Barbie shoe. Small tragedy. Still effecting me....