You're good
I look for answers in mutual friends like a bloodhound
Turn every stone till your ego's picked raw like a scab
I hold my enemies close but not tight as the worst of them
Not tight as the worst or the night when you held me
I look for answers in hide-and-seek summers and hate you more
Twisted or not, dear, the stories cut through just the same
Bury your bones and unearth one more whore for the road, love
And tell her about it, the night that you felt me
So how do you feel watching me losing friends
Over how you don't feel any guilt in the end
You pity me not, love me, you didn't
I guess that's the price I pay being a woman
Clean up while you tap out your ashes and shit where you eat like a dog
While you tap out your ashes and shit where you eat like a dog
While you tap out your ashes and shit where you eat like a dog
