Buice - Untitled

He shakes his head
And thinks he’s right
The day he kissed me
Turns to night
Pulls down my skirt
Two-legged pussy
Between my legs
You force control

I thought I knew you
You struck me down
Poor little martyr
Take off your crown

Don’t be sorry
And Face me
You shouldn’t trust me

I held you in my arms
Kissed your hair while you cried
Pressed you naked to my chest
You set me on fire
And think your problems are not your own
You’re a slave to your own victimhood
You kneel at a blind altar
Don’t expect us to play a part in your comedy of errors
Red-haired son of man
You’vе got nothing left to say
I never wantеd to listen anyway

I thought I knew you
You struck me down
Poor little martyr
Take off your crown

Don’t be sorry
And turn to Face me
Don’t be sorry
Just Replace me
The weight I carry
You shouldn’t trust me

I’m not your fucking mommy
(You did it to yourself)
I’m not your mommy
(You did it to yourself)