Every Day I Die

The problems of need, I need you Obscene dreams in rusty beds No one came here tonight I pulled on me I need to I unstick pages and read I look at pictures of you I smell the lust in my hands Oh everyday I die Her favorite trick was to suck me inside Oh so very art nouveau Completely false feelings of love I don't No one knows but that died years ago I unstick pages and read I look at pictures of you I smell the lust in my hands Oh every day I die I unstick pages and read I look at pictures of you I smell the lust in my hands Oh every day I die