The Cops

I don’t know if you see me the way I see you But you held my neck and you said some shit So I’ve been hoping you do Spill all your secrets in confidence Well I’m filing that as evidence To stall the burn and calm my nerves after I’ve had a few You’re turning my insides you’re making me sick But you’re such a god damned pro never really know if you’re faking it You’re turning my insides you’re making me wish That I was a better girl, with a steady hand that you wanted to be with But even if the cops come calling Said even if the cops come calling I’ll never talk Even if you wreck me, even if you waste the youth I’ve got Baby if the cops come calling I’ll never talk When it’s easy for you then there’s always room for me But when you got some plans, a place to be I’m a throw out ad in a magazine You could do wrong you could do wrong like hundred times But I’ll always search the scene for ways to rationalize You’re making my will weak, you fuck with my head Say you wanted me but you never wanted me, you wanted my hunger instead You’re making my will weak, this pit in my chest Told me all about her then you swallowed those words and snuck in my bed