Everyday I Die - Dubstar

The problems of need

I need you

Sleepless nights in

Rusty beds

No one came here

Tonight

I pulled on me

I needed to

I unstick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hands

Everyday I die

Your favorite trick

Was to touch me inside

Oh so very

Art nouveau

Completely false

Feelings of love I don’t

Someone died here

But that was years ago

I unstick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hands

Everyday I die

I unstick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hands

Everyday I die