Beezus Taylor and The Funeral Party - Mercenary

You exist inside of a room
And when I'm lonely I run to you
This lechery, it won't go away
It takes everything in me not to stay
Inside of the room, just you and me
We could lock the door and lose the key
You exist inside of a room
It's the only place that I can talk to you
My heart aches when I open up the door
The weight of it brings me to the floor
I see you there, but what's left to say?
So I shut the door and run away
Mother! My skin is coming off
Mother, I feel so far away from everything
You exist inside of my mind
And I think about you all the time
These days I won't go near the door
To touch the handle means wanting more
That filthy handle's all I see
Put there by lustful motives mercenary
Mother! My skin is coming off
Mother, I feel so far away from everything
You exist, I do believe
But you may have been imaginary
Because the room is gone, there was no goodbye
It had to go with all our lies
The space once occupied is all that's left
By my patron saint of lonliness
Mother! My skin is coming off
Mother, I feel so far away from everything
Mother! My skin is coming off
Mother, I feel so far from it all
You exist inside of a room
It was the only place that I could talk to you
You exist, I do believe
You exist
Did you exist?

Written by:
Kimberly Taylor

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