The Cuddler

Talk about your feelings I’m goin pitch black

Talk about my feelings I don’t wanna, fuck that

It don’t believe me, I mustn’t whip that

Soft as the pillow is, ship this shit back

Stand up, and notify the registry, I’m buying a house in a shit storm economy

Make love, I plagiarized the books I read

My infinite wisdom, belligerent at lightning speed

I’ll go get the decider I’ll be center divider

I could be more than just hey bro listen

I’ll be claimin you flaggin, I’ll be braggin I’m admin

I could fulfill the people’s crave for pigskin

Who am I kidding?

And I'm assuming that you're worth it

You would never break my heart

The way you're killing me is perfect

Bleed me out and leave no scar

I got a feeling I deserve it

Wanna hurt me baby get in line

The way you're killing me is perfect

Stare and until it makes me blind

Prey on my spirit ‘til you come alive

Hydrate my fire ‘til it smolders out

Can't fight feeling this is meaningless

Who am I kidding I can't breathe without...

Oh, it's calling me

I can't turn away

Treat me like a slave

I'll come willingly

Oh you're the reason I get out of bed

Still can't fight the feeling this is meaningless

Small world syndrome, I can hear your criticism, buh buh bouncing off the base of my buttons, you bluffin

I could go get the biggest brick, so you could break in

I could constrict the citizen to make a payment