Suffer

Phone sex delirium

Leads me into town

Love over here and there

Blessed while dressed and down

Out at the edge, touching madly

Watching them all being so fierce

Stealing the dregs, flailing wildly

Wind me up and watch me go

Love could make me

Love could just break me

Love could make me

Love could just break me

Spit-shone and diction-free

As I work the room Optics, they wink at me Crystal-kissed, I swoon

The way that they treat me Completely destroys me

Looks that they send me

Offend me, annoy me

Eying the prize with a sideways smile

Randomly violent, that's my style

That's my style

Love could make me

Love could just break me

Love could make me

Last call just breaks me

Just break me

Just break me

Just brave me

Just break me