disturbed
i’m sorry that i wasn’t the last man to touch you
i wish it was me but you’re gone now
so i get left alone
just another face in the crowd
at the party i didn’t know when it’d end
so i spiked your drink
i was hoping you’d relax, in a room alone with me drunk and
unworried about tomorrow or (that empty look you always saw in my eyes //
but then he arrived dresed in slick black
took you to the backroom with a lock on the door
heard the murmurs the screams the smashing of glass
i hoped it was a dream but when we got in there you were,
dead body still warm. and bleeding from the mouth
oh i cried and i cried but at least i’m not caught
